Wen Guzhi recalled her youth countless times, the form he filled out casually, the uneven hair in the wind, standing on the stage and looking at him in the crowd, or the crumpled letter.
There was such a person in Gu Jueyue's youth. She was a little willful and stubborn. He wanted to hold her tightly, but in the end he had no choice but to let go.
Intention: to miss