Love Remembered, Wounds Left Behind

When youth is no longer young, we have all lost the beautiful things we once had!

Three years ago, a group of young boys and girls in the bloom of youth gathered at Mingyang High School, a place brimming with youthful energy, carrying their first dreams. They competed for fame and fortune, fought for their friends, struggled for their futures, and went to great lengths for love...

But young love is like a bubble. It looks infinitely beautiful, but is hollow inside. It cannot withstand even the slightest wind or rain, let alone the trials of sudden misfortune.

He and I lost in that bubble of a romance!

Three years later, we met again at the station. As memories lingered and I looked back, I suddenly realized how much everything I had once woven together resembled a dream.

The truth is, it was a dream all along. I was simply the one who took it for reality!