Seventeen years old, an age like a dream, a love as beautiful as a flower, but at that year, I forgot how to smile!
Chen: When I was seventeen, having your smile was the happiest thing for me. However, I lost you and left me along with your smile. Now I still want to get it back, can I?
The axis of time has turned five times, ha! How to laugh, who can teach me?
Xun: Why are you so stingy to me and not even willing to give me a smile? Why? Who is your smile for?
To whom? Yes! Who gave it to...
Tell a story about a plain but heart-warming love!