On the day of his senior year of high school graduation, Song Huainan was wearing the uniform of No. 1 Middle School. Every move was so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes away. The sun was shining brightly. The boy casually took the groceries handed by others. Everything was destined. The wind gently blew through the corners of the boy's clothes. Opening the memory at the top, Song Huainan peeked into the girl's most hidden secret with a casual glance. The wind suddenly became more wanton, and there seemed to be a soft voice in the wind. Song Huainan stood there and heard it say, - SHN, that secret is you.
Qing Shiyu blinked her wet eyes hard, and a few drops of blood fell on the clean paper. She hurriedly wiped it with her fingers. The blood was like a blooming rose. Qing Shiyu slowly blurred her memory, and used her best to leave a few gentle marks on the notebook:
--X month 2015, SHN, see you in the next life
Intention: Don't worry, there will always be someone who can accept your imperfections, there will always be someone who will treat you like the moon