Many years have passed, and Song Yiyu is counting the days over and over again. It has been seven years.
It has been raining in the city for seven years. On the day when freshmen were admitted to the university, the name that appeared on the first line of the roster made her tremble for a long time.
Ye Zhiyu asked her seven years ago,
"Will the eucalyptus always be there?"
"Yes, it will always be there."
Seven years later, she asked Ye Zhiyu: "Xiaoyu, will we have forever?"
Intention: pure love