On a quiet evening six years after Song Weishu's marriage, they reunited among the cherry blossom trees on campus. There was no noise of quarreling, no worry of blame. It was as if everything had gone back to more than ten years ago, with three yuan a bottle of cold drinks in their hands, taking a leisurely walk after dinner, complaining about the mountains of schoolwork, and dreaming of unreal dreams.
Intention: Brave, Self, Cherish