Wen Jing: In this white-washed midsummer, there was no reunion after a long absence, no reunion after a long separation, so she stayed with him like this. The old T-shirt we bought together two years ago exuded the fragrance of camellia. Her biggest wish was that the two of them could go on like this in peace, forever, and forever.
In the end, the girl died in that eternal summer. No one remembered her, and no one loved her more than him.
Genres: campus stories, redemption stories, BE, romance, semi-group portraits
Purpose: To commemorate my three years of ordinary youth