Lin Miaomiao sent Qian Sanyi away. She stepped on the stone steps, stretched out her arms and said to Jiang Tianhao: "Actually, I am not thinking about a certain person, but the time the four of us spent together." The girl's sadness was stretched as long as her shadow by the sunset, and the afterglow of the evening seemed to add a filter to all imperfections.
Because of youth, even regrets will be forgiven.
When a boy is no longer a boy, the good times in the past are buried in the soil of the years. North of Jiangzhou and south of Beijing, would their distance be only five centimeters on the map?
Fortunately, time passes and one day, their lives will intersect again...