That year. At that moment, the autumn wind mixed with dead leaves rolled into the alley, and the young man standing in front of Lin Yingxuan was holding the dim street light against the light.
At that moment.
It's really just that moment.
She was filled with joy and mistakenly thought that the boy was the light.
The life that was closed and hidden from the light had a light that belonged only to her.
Intention: Lover