Reminiscences of Jinse He Nian

"What year is Jinse, the fragrant screen is this night, the east wind blows the love." Not everyone's youth is related to those bloody car accidents and abortions. My youth is a simple love, and only him. This story is as simple as if it will happen around you every day, and everyone will find their own shadow in the story. My love for him can be traced back to the very beginning, and I am afraid that his love for me is not one-fifth as much as mine, but when you are young, you have to be braver about your love. I simply want to tell you my story.