The light years of midsummer filled with smiles suddenly passed away, the graceful figures on the campus road gradually became blurred, and the three years of high school became an unforgettable past.
Xia Yuxue was standing under the rostrum at this time, her lips opening and closing constantly, thinking silently about the speech she had hesitated for more than a hundred days and nights before writing, and all the reluctance in her heart was engraved on her face at this moment.
The breeze blows in June, the sunshine is clear, and the ancient trees are shady. The air during the graduation season is always filled with that faint sentiment...
On the black asphalt road of the campus, the three people walked step by step for countless days and nights. The road kept getting darker, swearing that they had experienced hardships; people kept growing and said goodbye to their own years.