She met that boy when she was 16. The boy was dressed in white and she remembered it for a long time.
"Lu Chunfeng, will you remember me?" Shen Jiayun looked at the young man in front of her, "Yes, you have to wait for me." The young man in front of Shen Jiayun opened his clear eyes. The wind blows, carrying the boy's promise...
After a long time, by the bridge, the wind was blowing, the clouds were floating, and the young man brought a promise...
Concept: story