"I will miss the scorching sun in summer, but I also look forward to the dead trees blooming in spring."
When she was 17 years old, she was in her second year of high school.
Zhou Shaoze was like a ray of morning light, shining unreservedly into the girl's dull youth.
Maybe it was fate, he accompanied her through one third of her life.
"Shao Ze, can we have a different relationship?" After nine years of secret love, she finally bravely spoke out.
It was winter, with snow falling and biting cold.
"If you had it to do over again, would you still choose to meet him?"
Intention: Like is never a whim
