Eucalyptus leaf, you promised you would love me, why did you slip up?
I'm sorry Xu Jiaqing, I love you but I can't do it. If I'm lucky enough, I'll love you again in my next life.
You can't make a mistake this time. I will be a boy and marry you in the next life.
Good.
The withered yellow sycamore leaves carry the unfinished heartbeat of boyhood, and the autumn wind blows through it with sourness and short-lived secret love.
Purpose: Teacher-student love
