He had a high ponytail, a pure white T-shirt, probably a pair of school uniform pants, a pair of white shoes on his feet, and was biting into yogurt-flavored Wangwang crushed ice. He held a stack of information and a book in his hand. He always remembered how Chen Qinghuan looked when he saw her for the first time. He looked at the girl through the gap in the sycamore tree.
Concept: Passionate youth will pass away, but passionate love will not