When Yuan Miao first met Lin Lin, he was still in high school and had some long, silky hair that she couldn't help but want to touch.
She said: "Lin Lin, you are the last piece of pure land in my heart."
Lin Lin: "... Thank you, but it's not necessary."
The belated affection is more contemptible than grass. Don't make this worthless thing
For Yuan Miao, Lin Lin is his old self, the person he was before, the time when he was a teenager, and the person he wants to keep.
Intention: You who I love most will always stay in my old time