8-Year-old Luo Xiaoxi thought that with the company of tea, she could be happy forever
16-year-old Luo Xiaoxi could only choose to cry when faced with her former love.
Her love disappeared in tears at that moment.
Where are the stars that once recorded our youth?
How passionate should those songs praising our loneliness be?
What do those loves engraved on the palms of hands record?