When I transferred to another school, I also had a young and ignorant heart. The youth is dazzling, like autumn that never changes color. Don't let your feelings submerge in the sour rain, the parting letters are still being written. Who will remember that autumn and the boy who came when it came?
When we first met
Yan Zheng: His fair and clean appearance could not have been stuffed in by capital manipulation.
A few days later
Yan Zheng: He looks good. I want to touch his head...
Intention: Growth always requires going through ups and downs