In that midsummer, Ai, Cheng and Shiyu said goodbye under the camphor tree that flourished year after year.
"I love you." Ai Yucheng pulled at the hem of Shiyu's skirt with tears in his eyes.
"Goodbye, I wish you peace." Shi Yu waved his hand, unable to take away any trace of sadness.
Many years later, in early winter, the cold wind was biting, the earth was sleeping, and all the trees were drooping, except for the camphor tree, which still stood proudly, as if guarding something.
Wearing the scarf Shiyu gave her back then, Ai Yucheng walked step by step into the ancient alley and approached the camphor tree full of memories. Ai Yucheng wore that scarf for seven years.
A girl under the tree was carefully holding the photos and comparing them with each other.
Ai Yucheng was startled. He was sure that it was Shi Yu. After so many years, Shi Yu still had short shoulder-length hair.
For a moment, he hated Shiyu, he also loved Shiyu, and he hated why Shiyu never showed up for so many years. This feeling lasted for a while and disappeared when he looked at Shiyu.
He mentally charged Shi Yu with being unromantic.
He ran towards Shiyu, and the two faced each other, stunned on the spot. Then they hugged each other and cried.
"It's been good lately."
"You're welcome and safe."
Mission: Young people are not afraid of time