The joy of youth is hidden in Chen Zhiying's secret diary, in Lin Yu's blatant preference, and in the star that never dimmed that night.
This joy is like a gust of wind, like a light rain, like that half-drag of beer. It is just right and strong enough to dissolve all the uneasiness and depression, and then makes you drunk for a while, disturbing your heart.
At that time, sixteen-year-old Chen Zhiying met a young man in her desolate world overgrown with weeds.
That was the girl's inner thoughts that she had never made known to the public but tried to hide.
That was her young and ignorant youth, her years, and their unfinished business.
Intention: Never forget, this is for all sentient beings.