The spring breeze has traveled eight thousand miles, regardless of the return date, and the continuous spring rain gently caressed me. Spring in the south of the Yangtze River has come.
"Spring is here," the faint tear stain under his eyebrows was also stained with a crimson smile, "when I remember the first time I saw you, it was also spring."
This is your seventh year away.
I really... Miss you. He called out a name in his murmur, "Yu... Linchuan."
A voice sounded in my ears: "Shh. Let me tell you a secret. I once liked a boy who was as white as jade. His name is Jiang Nanxu."
Unfortunately, after that person finished saying this, there was no trace of him again.