Many, many years later, when Hu Yao remembered that she made a wish to the moon under the big tree on April 14 that she would marry him, she would always recall the taste of first love, just like the lemon black tea in his hand, sour and astringent.
Concept: Each of us has our own fireworks. After the college entrance examination, I wanted to record the story of me and my good friends. In this story, each of us can have a happy ending.