I am more familiar with your back and voice than your face.
Love breaks through the thorns from the depths of the soul and grows wildly like weeds.
Youth already carries countless regrets. I hope the rain will swallow up the tears on my cheeks and save me from the dire straits.
"Sheng Muran, do you know that I like you, so much that I can't look at you calmly, so much that I have to muster up the courage to even touch my sleeves."
"I don't hate you, I never have."
"Finally, smile at me again, because your smile is the most beautiful."
Concept: A girl's heartbeat is a precious treasure.