Zeng Jin thought that in this youthful encounter, being together all the time was the perfect ending. It only took a short life to exchange for a lifelong dream. Until later, all the youth withered into memories that I didn't want to recall.
Is Weier's departure destined or premeditated? This thin youth, passing through the bright red azalea, never gave an answer.
In this game of youth, who forgets who in the end, who hides the prosperity of the prosperous age for whom, who wakes up from a dream but still dreams of a butterfly, and who is late for love...