Plain White Time Flows Through the Era of Mourning

"Chen Ran, you are my other city." Under the flower tree, Ji Yaxuan's eyebrows were as clear and bright as flowers. "Ji Yaxuan, I met a similar version of you in a strange city. However, I can never find you again." "Xiaoran, can we still be good friends when we are thirty, okay?" However, when love comes, everything falls apart. Not to mention friendship.