"Wen Xing's Seventeen Years Old is a crumpled old book: the first half of the page is filled with the words 'Sister should let the younger brother', with a torn diary sandwiched in the middle, and the last few pages are all about Shen Jiayi.
The boy who always said she was "soft as cotton" turned red when he tilted his umbrella towards her in the rain; when she was blocked in the stairwell, he covered her head with his school uniform and said, "Close your eyes, I'll count to three."
'He thought it would be a long time, until that rainy night, the siren of the ambulance drowned out his voice calling her name.
While sorting out the belongings, a half-written love letter slipped out of the textbook: 'Shen Jiayi, do you know?
Every tissue you hand over, every 'I'll help you', are all candies stolen by me.
'It turns out that he has long been her light in the dark night, and this unfinished youth has become his most painful miss in all the springs to come. "
Purpose: Happy every day