"The sun is not facing the sun." Yi Sihan thought to himself, lit up a cigarette, and surrounded by nicotine, he fell into the ocean of memories. In the ocean, he looked for pieces of memory fragments. He wanted to spell out Xiang Yang, spell out his "Xiang Yang" and hope that she could "Xiang Yang".
Looking at this huge sea, Yi Sihan was a little at a loss. How should he find the small fragments that sparkled with the glory of youth?
Concept: spell out the beautiful memories from Yi Sihan's perspective