Eleven Lives

Jiang Yihe will never forget Xiaozhi sitting on the suitcase and staring into the air. She said, listen to the laughter of the tree, but he insisted that it was the cry of the wind. Du Zhi once said, who would forget the third year of high school? That is my own senior year of high school, my unique youth. However, she could not forget her senior year in high school or that river without banks... After being entangled with her, he became like her.