"Wangshan?" The man opposite called softly. The man named Wangshan turned around, his bronze face faded from his childishness, his tall nose left a shadow on his face, and his plump lips moved slightly. He just opened his mouth and said nothing. The eyes that used to be as blazing as fire have become cold, and all that remains is calmness. Lin Tingquan, who was facing him, lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him. The passage of time has allowed this once shy and reserved boy to grow into a man. His skin is still fair, but he hides his most sincere eyes behind his glasses, letting his long eyelashes leave a beautiful shadow on his eyelids. ... "Sure enough, the pain caused by time has made us both hurt, and we are no longer willing to open our hearts." And the years have finally made them stand on opposite sides. "I miss you when you were seventeen"