Yang Xiaoyou walked alone in the wasteland of life, pain passing through her memory like an hourglass. She still remembered that sunny afternoon, when the warm palms were laid flat in front of her, and her heart fell into those quiet eyes. He said slowly: Xiaoyou, now I will give the sunshine back to you. After all, the memories of youth cannot withstand the transformation of growth. Apart from the sunshine that day, what else can be left in Xiaoyou's heart...
Some things pass away, but hide in our hearts. Some people have left but will never be forgotten. Some love is destined to have results.
It turns out that you can still find the way to happiness by asking for guidance from sadness...
Intention: