Countless round-trip tickets from Nanwu and Yihe, various unknown small tickets, and a photo. I clenched my fist. I turned the photo over and immediately saw the handwriting of a man透纸背, which was different from the previous arrogance; this writing was neat and precise, every stroke and dot. It seemed to be taken seriously to the extreme, with only four words: Happy Graduation, You Are My Galaxy. It got dark, I had no light, I had you. For me, Sangyan is my salvation. I met Sangyan when he was in his first year of high school, and when we first met, I called him senior. From then on, Sangyan began a nine-year love affair. I transferred schools in my second year of high school. Sometimes Sangyan would take a bus to see me, and we kept in touch. After the college entrance examination, we promised to get into Nanwu University together, but I broke the promise due to unforeseen circumstances. Sangyan came to find me but was rejected, and we parted ways. Two years after graduating from university, Sangyan and I reunited at a bar, and after a while, we started living together. I realized my feelings and took the initiative to pursue Sangyan. Sangyan put aside his pride to express his feelings.