On a summer evening when she was sixteen years old, Song Qingyuan met Jiang Jinhuai for the first time at the entrance of an alley. The young man held half a cigarette between his slender fingers, and the swirling smoke blurred his sharp outline. She subconsciously took a half step back, but froze in place when she heard him whisper to his companion, "A student has come and put out the cigarette."
After passing the exam at the beginning of school, he ranked third in his grade. He was completely different from the boy who put out his cigarette butt in the alley.
When they met again seven years later, Song Qingyuan thought that the heartbeat of her youth had long gone with the wind. It wasn't until she was in the bustling bar that she was caught off guard and bumped into those eyes that still made her heart palpitate - he was gently shaking his wine glass. Under his mature appearance, there was a youthful appearance that only she had seen.
"Song Qingyuan, let's fall in love, no, let's get married."
She looked at his deep eyebrows, vaguely revealing the shadow of youth.
It turns out that some heartbeats never need to be restarted because they never really stop.
Intention: Love yourself and love life