Youth is a beautiful dream, the same age, the same mood, the same loneliness... It's just that we are different, looking for our own sky on different roads... But youth is fleeting, time flies, and memories are frozen, and more than 700 days and nights have been separated. Every morning and every night, I still clearly remember your innocent smile. We have experienced gentle spring, charming summer, romantic autumn and elegant winter together. The most unforgettable thing is the warmth of holding hands for the first time and the feeling of holding you in my arms for the first time. The youthfulness of that time, the simplicity of that time, the beauty of that time, and the vows of that time. Ten thousand types of beautiful dreams are not as beautiful as youth. When he thought of these words, he knew that he had fallen into the abyss...
Concept: First a youthful novel (a little bit of nonsense and divorced from reality), then a darker plot, which is more sadistic, and the final ending is good.