People always say that the age of seventeen should be the best memory in life. Everything in Yu Xiaoxiao's seventeen-year-old youth was clear and lovely. Parents, friends, alleys, sweet-scented osmanthus porridge, everything was traceable - only that vague figure that appeared from time to time, the familiar touch, but I couldn't remember her face...
"You should forget about me, Xiaoxiao"
Decision: If you want to love, then love me until death