In the summer when he was seventeen, Gu Yan met Pei Rushu. The midsummer sun is blazing, shining lazily through the treetops, and the chirping of cicadas echoes at the street intersections. It was not only the seventeen-year-old Xia Tian who was enveloped in the orange soda, but also the teenagers who were separated at the intersection.
——I can't drink with you, so I can only give you a bottle of orange-flavored soda.
Intention: A bet in the name of love deserves a banquet.