Wen Li has never been someone who likes to take the initiative to find spiritual support, but she had to admit that the moment Xu Yang looked up at her, everything was different.
- That night, Wen Li had a dream. In the dream, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old stood under the white apricot tree beside the red runway and smiled at her. His eyes were filled with the high spirits of a young man.
Purpose: Use my imperfect writing style to describe the most unique and warm youth in my memory.