A few years ago, when they were students, they walked slowly through the camphor trees on campus.
That time when fingertips intertwined became the most beautiful material to fill life. The warm yellow sunshine occupies an important position in those days.
But, what about a few years from now? !
As people grow up slowly, those original emotions become only inconspicuous memories. Was crushed and turned into foam.
Under the sunlight - disappear. . .
At this time, who still remembers those people? ! Yan Jin, Wanqing, Yi Tian...
God said, this is fate...