When he was twenty-five years old, at his birthday concert, in a sea of silver cheers, he saw her sitting in a row hurriedly taking out a blue cheer stick, and then stuffing the stick back into her bag with a blushing face.
When he was sixteen, he woke up on a swaying bus. Sitting on the seat next to him was her with an excited face. She pointed at the stars outside the window, eager to share the scenery in front of her friends, her eyes brighter than the stars in the sky.
Others say that loving him is like falling into the Milky Way, but he feels that loving her is more like falling into the stars in the sky, soft and bright.
Intention: Long live happiness
