Ji Wutang still remembers the first time they met, the boy's gray-white bangs rested on his gentle and friendly brows under the street lights, and his eyes glowed with warmth.
She seemed to see him smile softly, but for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was the tenderness of the moonlight or his tenderness.
In the midsummer when phoenix flowers were blooming, Yan Huaixu appeared at her graduation ceremony in a formal dress.
He called "A Tang" and led her in a waltz dance to the music.
The noisy voices, chaotic footsteps, and the commotion concealed someone's heartbeat.
Later, she reached the future she had dreamed of and became the adult she wanted to be.
It's just that the cost of growing up is too high. There is only one summer when you are eighteen, and there is only one young and amazing person.
There was no snow that winter.
Yan Huaixu liked Ji Wutang, but no one knew it.
Intention: "The world is getting better and better. I am alone, but very comfortable."
