In the second year of high school, they were divided into arts and sciences. When they met again, they were about to forget about Bai Nianchu, but the memory replayed in their minds again. But Lu Yan didn't seem to know this junior high school classmate. At this moment, the extinguished fire in Bai Nianchu's heart burned again, and Lu Yan's heart and eyes were already filled with her...
Intention: When I was young, flowers bloomed