March is cold. Seventeen-year-old Shen Qingshi's eyes trembled slightly, and that boy fell into her heart. Lu Mingyi has a pure and light temperament. Qingshi told Luo Yuan that when she first met him, she felt that he was glowing and naturally gentle. He likes to have his eyebrows furrowed, his hair raised up unruly, his sharp eyes and stern profile hiding the unwillingness and defiance of a young man. Luo Yuan remembered the first time she saw Xu Wenyuan. She was watching from a distance in the crowd. The young man was so outstanding and good-looking, with fair to clear complexion and a tall and tall figure. His smile attracted many glances back. But the little girl hid in the crowd, stood on tiptoes and looked at him, pursed her lips and said nothing. March was rising slightly, and the young man's delicate and anxious eyebrows in the twilight later became her attachment in many midnight dreams, and became the only source of light in her dazzling life. Seventeen-year-old Jiang Tong had been in love with Lin Twilight for many years, but later Lin Twilight could never regain the memory of his past.
Concept: March town, breathtaking scenery, and you in the golden years. Later, the wind blew and we went our separate ways, crying and laughing.