Just like a person who has a rose and is reluctant to take care of the little weeds on the street, there has always been a person hidden in Xue Fuyu's heart for so many years. In that dry and hot summer with the roar of cicadas, the seventeen-year-old him sat in the small garden on campus and secretly looked at the looming figure among the lush vegetation.
Fifteen years later, all the details are still so clear. Dust flying in the air, leaves trembling slightly, and the sound of pages being turned. The weather was particularly good that day, and the sun shrouded the man's body like a golden gauze, like a dream.
A wonderful, never-ending dream.
Intention: Happiness is the greatest when we are together