My name is Chen Ping. I was seventeen years old that year
I met a person. Only later did I realize that my days with her were my happiness. She was just an ordinary person among all living beings, but she carved herself into my life. She was shining, full of hope, and the most sincere version of my concept of the future. Those days were sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. What was clear was the days when she was around. What was blurry were her eyes, her brows, her smile, her voice, her pure face full of hope and enthusiasm...
Li Yinan
I can't remember you anymore
Intention: Memories