The first time I met Xie An, he was covered in wounds. He leaned against the locust tree and greeted her with a smile. She threw a bottle of iodine and a pack of cotton swabs on him.
The second time she saw him at the university registration office, he was bright and confident, and he looked untouchable to her.
A green encounter under the locust tree, a bitter reunion under the locust tree
Intention: Maybe there are boys like this around me, but I can't cure them.