Many years later, Bai Binli recalled those senior years in high school and found that time blurred the unbearable tiredness and hardship, blurred the sweat he had put in as a sports student, blurred the boring life under the flying paper, and even blurred the parting and reluctance of graduation. He only remembered the laughter and play between the pink shoes with bright smiles, Yang Le, Yibei, and Danyang in May of that year. Everything looks golden, which is how it should look in May.
Intention: rare encounter