In high school, there was a person living in Song Yun's heart, someone who was out of reach.
He was so good that she thought she would never be in his sight.
She kept working hard and chasing, waiting for the day when he could see her in the vast sea of people.
Unknowingly, the graduation bell rang throughout the school.
The girl was wearing a white dress, with black hair hanging around her waist, and a gentle smile on her face.
"Xie Yuan" Song Yun's voice was careful and gentle.
The sun was just right at this time, and the leaves were swaying gently.
The young man looked back, a pair of gentle peach blossom eyes flashing gently, and he smiled.
"Happy Graduation"
Also, I like you
Concept: The breeze in the corridor and his profile became my entire youth