Eighteen years old, senior year of high school, summer
In the hot and humid rainy season, under the mottled shadows of the trees, there are textbooks, papers, and endless draft paper.
Jiang Yuebai's youth is boring and tasteless, like a glass of white water that cannot leave any taste after drinking. But one day suddenly, Jiang Yuebai couldn't explain what a special day it was, and there were various smells in the white water.
"I have never held her hand, but I have kissed her thousands of times in my heart."
Purpose: Cherish feelings