The misses and encounters in those years are full of regrets and full of luck.
Youth is a short-lived dream. From meeting to parting, everyone has their own youth, and youth is nothing more than those things.
But I still want to tell you.
Zhu Fang wrote in his diary.
One day Xiang Sui discovered this diary. By coincidence, he also had one.
The bell rang, and the wind on Liyang Road could not return to the past.
Intention: About beautiful memories and visions