Twelve-year-old Lin Qiyue and Liu Xiyao met Cheng Mo and Peng Yulu at a game. Later, eighteen-year-old Lin Qiyue was waiting for him at the gate of the university on a summer evening, holding a bouquet of blue roses. The gentle light of the sunset hit Lin Qiyue's white dress, gentle and warm. Everything had just begun. But Liu Xiyao missed her first love when she was eighteen years old. Maybe love will be late, but love will never disappear.
Intention: It's about memories and realizing dreams.
