I like the traces of passing clouds very much.
That summer, as Young Master Li Bai got on the bus to leave, a cloud drifted across the sky.
Seven years later, he saw again that what he yearned for at that time was out of reach, but now... It's just a plaster.
"You are here to love me, not to cause trouble for me. Can you resolve your mother's affairs yourself?"
"It's been so long? It's true that I liked you, but liking is just an adjective. I can't feel the emotion in it anymore."
"Boshun, I almost forgot about you."
The little fat man turned into a mature and light-headed young man. This was something Boshun never expected, but he was trapped and could not escape that summer.
Reading guide: Starting from the first year of high school seven years ago, developing in chronological order, Bai Gong
Intention: Study hard to make progress every day