Pure love ran through her entire youth, wanton and flamboyant, disdainful of hiding, preferring to be in the warm sunshine.
The dazzling young man was written down over and over again in her draft book, and he was also her white camellia and the moon.
When he looked back, the sunlight was hanging on his long eyelashes, shaking and shimmering like white camellia in the wind, with a soft splash.
Even when they meet again four years later, Bai Ruo will unconsciously look into his brown eyes, which are clear and shining.
Love will not be smoothed by the years, it will only shine brightly and brightly in the pages of yellowed and moist memories.
Intention: Love is always our salvation.