In the silent cemetery, Lin Jingye sat next to Xu Zhaoyang's grave with a treasured old photo album. The rain fell, washing away unforgettable memories - a period of youth that started on a bright campus but ended abruptly.
The photo album in their hands is the beginning of their story, and how did those fragments of youth about love, friendship and ignorant curiosity end up step by step towards the coldest tombstone in the cemetery?
Intention: pure love