It's the neat short hair, the deep brown eyes, the clean but slightly bitter woody fragrance, it's the clearest fragment in my memory. ——Cheng Chen
It's the bright smile, the light pace of the first snow, the quietness and trembling in my heart when the final chapter comes, which I can't keep even if I step on the hourglass. ——Xu Youheng
The author has something to say: Adapted from a true story, this is a regrettable story. Maybe we always like it without knowing it...
Intention: We always ignore those small feelings and always like them without knowing it. One day in the future, we will find that the like has been deeply embedded in time.