Ruan Tingwu spent three years of youth brewing a heavy fog.
Just to hide the alienation in Jiang Yanchi's eyes.
She was drowning in the hazy warmth,
Listening to his cold voice when he lectured, it was like morning dew.
The school uniforms thrown over after the basketball game are heaters,
The faces looking at each other across the sea of people in the graduation photos are filled with hope.
Until the day when the college entrance examination results are released——
The mist has cleared and the sky is bright.
She saw it with her own eyes,
That inkstone that never gets warm,
How to melt into spring water for others.
Intention: be
