Yuan Dai saw him for the first time when she was fourteen.
In the barren field full of weeds, a group of people looked bright and beautiful, and he was even more unique in it. The camera was focused on her, and he entered the lens from the side.
A voice rang in my ears.
"What's your name?"
The next time I saw him, he was sixteen years old.
Among the gossip in the village and his mother's cold eyes and confusion, he was the only one who did not dislike or be puzzled. He told her to study hard and stay away from this poor and remote country.
The third time I saw him, he should have broken up.
There was no warmth in his lazy and indifferent pupils, not as gentle as the first time he saw her.
"Even as a substitute?"
"Yes, even if you never have a name."
Purpose: Love life
