When Yan Yimo is bored and dazed, he always wonders: Will the old sycamore tree still remember the promise made by the little boy more than ten years ago. He probably doesn't remember it. After all, who will remember this little thing? Just like Yan Yimo likes it, Lu Yixuan's little thing will be slowly forgotten as time goes by, and no one will remember it in the end.
Everyone has their own concerns, some are upright and without hesitation, while others are kept secretly in their hearts.
The spring dries up; the fish and the fish are on the land; they wet each other with wetness; they wet each other with foam; they are not as good as forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes.
I hope that the secret love of the little cuties who are reading will have a sweet result.
Concept: A story about a girl falling in love and growing up.