Those three years. An Yao seems to have liked several boys, all of them inexplicably. Whether he really likes her or something else, An Yao can't tell. But An Yao knew that those joys, sorrows and joys, those sadness and luck, all really existed. The author adapted it from his own experience and wrote it to those boys who taught me to love but then disappeared into the sea of people. But fortunately, after everything is over, there are still people around.
Concept: The beauty of youth is not about getting it.