Gu Qianchen looked out of the window. There was a sycamore tree planted by Gu Hangyu's window. At this time of year, the leaves of the sycamore tree were flourishing.

"On the campus of the school, there is an open space with such luxuriant parasol trees."

The box of Gu Qianchen's memories was opened, and the dusty things fell to dust. They were no longer the same as before.

"Jiayuan and I …" Gu Qianchen cut short his long story with Chen Jiayuan. ...