A Nian's ignorant youth began with three sentences. In a hurry, youth ended. The young man in his heart will be buried in his heart for the rest of his life.
From now on, the little old lady will sit on a rickety chair, listening to the chirping of cicadas in the summer, opening a photo album and pointing at the young man with a bright smile, caressing her grandson's furry head, and slowly telling an ordinary and slightly bitter past.
Secret love must come true
Intention: We must hug our imperfect selves with all our strength