The bedroom light was turned back on, enveloping Tang Song in a warm yellow glow.
He didn't immediately check the newly triggered task but reopened that video with a rough texture, full of nostalgia.
Quietly watching the familiar yet unfamiliar self in the video.
Eighteen-year-old him, high-spirited, with eyes full of undisguised longing for the future.
Beside him, were classmates who were noisily and kindly teasing;
Outside the window, was the bright and dazzling summer sunlight;
In his heart, he fantasized about the wonderful life at university.
At that time, he firmly believed he would get better and better, believed that one day, he would meet his first love at the agreed peak meeting.
And it was precisely because those memories were so beautiful that, later, when he left the Imperial City, bid farewell to his first love, and his life plunged into the abyss, seeing Deng Yazi's graduation photo in her social media would cause such piercing pain.
