Before the age of 17, Zijun never thought that there would be a beam of light like the wisps of tobacco in Anhui, or as warm and bright as the scorching sun.
"Do you know Shuangyue?"
"Shuangyue?" Zijun raised his head in confusion, and met a pair of bright eyes with a look of great sigh.
When I see that look in my eyes again, I want to run away. In the end, I can't see it but I start to miss it again. It's really ironic.
Zijun thinks so
Intention: Don't wait until you lose it before you want to cherish it