[That little daisy raised in the height of summer withered in winter like their love]
As the seasons change, Jiangyin still hasn't come to spring next year.
After everything was settled, Ye Yan opened the door.
A man was sitting by the window sill holding a small box.
His parents encouraged him to cheer up and handed him an item
There is an intact notebook among them, which is my diary.
Finally, there were the little daisies planted on the windowsill in midsummer.
Winter is too cold
At the moment when the fireworks bloomed, Ye Yan hugged Jiu Yin again
[The full text is written from Ye Yan's perspective]
Concept: Little Daisy is their beginning but not their departure
