What if this is my true story?
"The good things in the world are not firm, and the colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle." This is the origin of Su Jian's name. The sky in the summer when she was twenty-three years old was very blue, pure and sincere.
"Su Jian, tell me, where should we go?" The man sitting next to the bed was still wearing a white shirt, and the breeze was blowing on his face, just like the corners of his white shirt turning in the late summer when he was seventeen. But she no longer smiled and reminded him to turn up the corners of his clothes.
Intention: love