Lin Jingxing met his half-brother in the first grade.
"I'm my brother's little follower!"
The two get along very well like brothers.
"Thank you brother, brother is the best."
In the years of youth, the hazy emotions were affirmed by each other.
"Why are you walking so slowly?"
"Lin Jingxing."
"Huh?"
"I like you..."
On that cloudy day, Zuo Huai lost his brother.
"Mom, Mom, I'm going, I'm going! Please, stop paddling... Please."
"Mom, you sent him away, right?"
I thought that so many years were enough to forget and accept the facts. The balloons floating in the sky brought back the still bright blue sky.
"Let's wait for the next blue sky together."
Intention: Love life, love the present
