Speaking of liking, Li Yun couldn't figure out the feeling. The throbbing from her youth in her memory was just a self-entertainment related to herself, sometimes more like a fantasy role-playing. But when she picked up the book, the bonds between the characters in the fantasy reminded her of Li Chengze, her deskmate in middle school. Suddenly everything seemed to have a prototype, but whether the distant memory seven years ago represented love, it was a bit difficult to examine now.
Intention: There is no such thing as a life after disaster, it just happens that there is a moment in the mediocre youth that makes people feel alive.