It turns out that I met Zhao Jiashuo when I was fifteen, and became strangers to him when I was twenty-eight.
The love of youth is finally unable to bear the weight of time. Her ordinary and perfect imagination about the future turned into a dream on the day Zhao Jiashuo left.
Purpose: I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it turned out not to be the case. I was a young man traveling.