Xu Jia once thought that the heartbeat of youth was like the chirping of cicadas in late spring. Such a weak beginning would always be covered up by the noise of midsummer - until Jiang Hechuan appeared in her life again. She tried her best to reunite, and they fell in love naturally. It is a pity that enthusiasm cannot make up for the vacancy of time, and contradictions and conflicts will also sting the keen perception. A hysterical quarrel, two roads separated again. Fortunately, when Xu Jia looked back again, she finally heard Jiang Hechuan's call at the end of the long river of time; she finally plucked up the courage to grab the dove's holy feathers from the pear tree. The pure white boyhood is painted with colorful colors by the encounters between people, but before that, we must first find the meaning of our existence.
Concept: The pure white boyhood is painted with colorful colors by the encounters between people, but before that, we must first find the meaning of our existence.