Xu Ying experienced an unforgettable spring in her life.
He was a young man as gentle as jade, as warm as spring.
That was the spring that belonged to her alone.
Spring is called Xijiali.
She is like a handful of clear snow, gradually melting into the brilliant spring scenery.
It's just that spring doesn't belong to her.
Her spring will no longer last long.
Intention: Memories