Looking back at the boy I liked when I was young, I just feel familiar. Ning Wu stood in front of the sycamore tree they planted together and whispered:
"Tong Younian, after all these years, I still like you."
When time flies and years pass by, the only things that remain unchanged are me and the heart that loves you.
Intention: The person who loves you should be held tightly in the palm of your hand