When he was fifteen years old, the boy Jiang Wanyu had a crush on had delicate and beautiful features, making him unforgettable at a glance. No one knew that she always had to queue up to buy breakfast for him at the risk of cancer recurrence, and no one knew that every time she was drunk, it was the little girl who sent him home overnight who was afraid of the dark.
It's a pity that there is tenderness and respect in the young man's eyes, but not love for her.
The cicadas chirped noisier that summer than that year. The branches outside the classroom grew wildly, but they could not block the scorching sun. It cannot hide the girl's gaze, even if time changes, the withered and yellow sycamore leaves carry the unfinished heartbeat of the boyhood, and the autumn wind blows by, carrying a sour and short-lived secret love.
Later, the girl left the boy with a smile,
Concept: The romantic young master and his little girl.