Park Myung-sung has rarely returned to China since her debut in South Korea, and she has never seen Xu Qing since the day the draft ended.
In a daze, ten years flew by in the blink of an eye. After Park Myung-sung returned to China, he never thought that he would meet Xu Qing again under the camphor tree in the school ten years later. He seemed to have picked the right spot to catch the down-and-out Park Myung-sung. The two remained silent as if they understood each other tacitly.
"I'm sorry..." Park Mingxing said with his head lowered.
The summer breeze comes slowly, and everything is as usual, except that the fragrance of magnolia flowers from that year still seems to be lingering in the wind. At that time, the innocent girl just ignorantly pursued everything she liked. There were no bloody plots or idol routines on the way to pursue her dreams. Everything was based on reality. This is the youth of an ordinary girl, and it is also the youth of millions of people who have little differences but great similarities.
In addition to passion, we also have faith.