The fallen leaves of the withered sycamore trees carry the unfinished heartbeat of boyhood, and the autumn wind blows through it with a sour and short-lived secret love. Secret love is lovelorn. The bravest thing Xiang Nuan has ever done in his life is to fall in love with Chen Feng. In this world where the road is so long and fast, there are really people who have hidden their love for many years.
Purpose: He probably didn't expect that I would write a book to commemorate him and my youth.
