Yueyao was lying on the bed. On the wall above the headboard, there was a poster.
On the poster, was the captured shot of a handsome young man with a gentle expression.
The young man looked to be about 17. His exquisite facial features, distinct profile and clean image made one's heart race.
It was like returning to the era of first love.
In the corner of the poster, the name "Jing Yang" was signed with vigorous and powerful strokes. The autograph resembled a swimming dragon. It was hard to imagine that such beautiful handwriting came from this young man.
This was a poster of Jing Yang when he first debuted. In the blink of an eye, it had been two years.
Even though there had been many posters published of Jing Yang after that, Yueyao had carefully kept this poster from when he first released his album.
Every night before she went to bed, she would lean over the poster and gently kiss his cheek before she could sleep in peace.