Maybe it was the breeze that happened to blow under the camphor tree that day, the dappled sunlight that penetrated the leaves and shone on my face, and the young man who happened to appear next to me. I wanted to capture the whole summer in one moment.
After graduation, Xu Qingzhi did not realize his so-called ideal, and Gu Pei naturally did not follow him. The promise he made for him turned into a frivolous statement after they met again.
Intention: growth