Picking Up the Scent of Green Plums

Youthful memories are like aged wine: fragrant through the years and growing ever richer, filling us with fond recollections. Yet time is like a shameless thief, stealing away some memories and fading the beauty of others. So let us kindle the incense of these memories, pick up that red bean pastry, and step into the fragrance of green plums, brewing those beautiful days anew! This story is dedicated to the childhood joys of those born in the 80s and 90s, and to the youth we will all one day leave behind.