Sixteen-year-old Xia Yu stood in front of the window, quietly looking at the boy smiling in the sun outside the window. At that time, Xia Yu felt a shy emotion for the first time.
On the day of separation, Xia Yu threw away the letter of confession in the car. The letter drifted away in the wind, and Xia Yu's youth ended.
Perhaps Xia Yu at the time would never have imagined that one day a few years later, on a brightly lit stage, the boy she thought was impossible in her life would be looking at her with excitement, waiting for the answer to a question that would take her a lifetime to answer.
Warm sweet girl × sunshine school girl
Intention: emmm. . . Be optimistic