It's like going back to that hot summer when the cicadas were chirping, the wind blew the boy's heartstrings, the squeaking sound of the electric fan could not cover up the boy's thoughts, and the treetops were shaking in the summer.
Recalling that young man, flamboyant and beautiful, is a knot in my heart.
Close your eyes, open them again, look away.
The other person is the person in the memory.
"Mo Xin, you are my little star" "Song Qing, you are my blue sky"
14 years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and the boy is no longer a boy.
"I want to know if you love me" "I do, I really do"
Concept: Not two people who love each other can be together