That winter night, the sky was filled with brilliant fireworks.
Wen Keyan held Zhen Li's hand tightly.
"Awen, can you stay by my side forever?"
"Wen Keyan!"
The white scarf fluttered in the wind, and the boy stood under the fireworks and waved to her.
"Xiao Zhen."
His call swirled in her head.
"You are the only truth I believe in in this world."
A burst of bright light hit her eyes, and she gradually couldn't see his face clearly.
It's like a dream.
Concept: fresh campus culture