"Xiao Yu'er, when you grow up, my brother will marry you!"
"Why are you with me if your grades are so bad?"
"In 8 years, we should get married!"
Eight years can precipitate a person's emotions. Healing one's scars, but never erasing one's memories. At that time, Li Guyu liked the faint fragrance of He Chengfeng and the smile of the spring breeze in February the most, but now all these are the most heartbreaking pain in her midnight dreams.