In his sophomore year of high school, Yu Jiahao was listening to the class. He looked up inadvertently and saw Xiang Nan passing by the window. The light shone through her into the classroom. She was wearing a simple white coat. To Yu Jiahao, it was a beam of shaped light.
And did all this really happen? Is it a dream, fantasy or reality? None. It is youth formed by light. Yu Jiahao, no matter when, you must remember that I love you.
Purpose: I would like to commemorate my youth with this