On the day of my seventeenth birthday, a heavy rain had just passed.
Li He took my hand and took me to the rooftop and lit a circle of fairy sticks for me.
Wanwan, let me make a wish.
To this day, I still remember every scene of that day in my mind.
Is it for the seventeen-year-old, or for Li He who no longer exists in this world.
Li He, who was eighteen years old that year, was the best Li He.
Concept: A line slowly extends into a pile of lines
