Su Xia was born in the summer when cicadas were chirping, and she also met her Lingfeng in that summer when cicadas were chirping.
"I like you, Shengxia." The young man said in a serious tone.
"I like you too, Lingfeng." Su Xia raised her head and looked at the boy in front of her.
I will go to you regardless of anything, Midsummer.
My boy, flowers and applause are for you!
I thought you only belonged to spring,
So, when summer comes, I will forget you.
However, I think of you so eagerly.
So I thought again, do you also belong to summer?
In this case, what about autumn when the red leaves are flying? What about the snowy winter?
When winter turns to spring and comes again, will you still be there?
Mission: Youth will never be defined, we will always be in our prime.