Fang Qingyuan feels that 15 is the age that makes her most heartbroken. This year, there was her sweet smile that sparkled in the sun, her tears that wet the pillow late at night, her humility and cowardice that continued to deny her, and her risklessness for that light. And many years later, when An Yu recalled his 15 years old, the first thing that appeared in his mind was still the girl's blue skirt swaying in the wind, like a small seven-mile incense, like the taste of saury sung by Jay Chou. Secret love may be one of the bitterest tastes in the world, but is there something sweet about two-way secret love? Only Fang Qingyuan and An Yu know this problem clearly.
Purpose: Record the growth of youth