In the midsummer of that year, ivy covered the walls of the school, reflecting the green color into the distant room against the blazing light. But this midsummer, when I met you, I was destined to be hesitant.
"Hello, my name is Fanhua"
"Sijin"
They all bloom at different times. But love is in midsummer.
You are like the morning sun that breaks into my ordinary life and cannot be dispersed or driven away. This kind of disgusting emotion that people today dare not say or do not want to say is like the yellowing dead leaves that never stop falling.
Perhaps the relationship between us should be hidden and forgotten under the tree in that midsummer.
Mission: We will eventually grow
