The mottled tree shadows of midsummer, the trivial details and the fragrance of flowers filled the entire youth. Lin Sheng thought that she might have fallen in love with someone. To her, he was the whole summer. She liked him, liked him very much, but who made that boy's heart not belong to her.
This secret follows the light, so let it be hidden in the light, hidden in the wind, and tell no one.
As the saying goes, there will be no regrets if you work hard, but she is still unwilling to give in. You belong to other roses, and I am willing to wither. The boy in my memory is like the breeze dissipating in the midsummer of youth, and so are her 1470 days.
Intention: Everything that is inappropriate is fruitless from the beginning.
