The sunshine in March was just right, probably because the weeding had just been done, and there was still a hint of the faint scent of grass floating in the air at the right time. The person leaning on the corridor had his eyes closed, his hair fell softly on his forehead, and his facial lines were extremely soft. The breeze picked up the textbook on his body, and this scene was just right.
If there were clouds passing by outside the corridor, he would definitely see Zhou Yuan's smiling eyes.
The pace of time outside the corridor is very light, so light that you can hear the sound of love budding.
Zhou Yuan,
These three years have been nothing but a passing time for you.
But it is a long-term salvation for me:
I like you, which has always been an independent thing. Even if everything is overturned and repeated, I hope that the person I met that summer will still be you.
Conception: