During the evening self-study when I was 18 years old, the whole school sang "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky" to cheer for our students who were about to take the college entrance examination. Every student enjoys the meager relaxation time during intense study. Even those who usually don't like to talk are still dancing with light sticks. Only Gu Yunlin gently grabbed Li Zhenxiu's wrist, crossed the crowd, and ran to the rooftop. The two people standing at a high place had a panoramic view of the entire school waving light sticks, like dots of stars. Li Zhenxiu glanced at Gu Yunlin, his handsome face blushing slightly under the weak light on the rooftop. Her heartbeat skipped a beat, and at this moment she told herself that no matter what the ending was, she would have no regrets.
Intention: Regret is not called youth.