Walking through the corridor of the teaching building, when people come and go, there is always a trace of secret love flowing. Seven years later, Xu Chuimeng chose to give up, whether he was cowardly or brave, but fate made them meet again. This time Chen Xiao saw her. Among hundreds of millions of people, you are not alone looking up. Chen Xiao looked down at the sunset, and he knew where the birds were flying.
Intention: Meet again after seven years