Zhao Yian met He Junxiao three months after graduation. It was a cold day, and the cool breeze could blow through her even if she was wrapped in a coat. He Junxiao was standing across the road in a black windbreaker, holding a rose in his hand. Despite the huge crowd, Zhao Yian could still find him at a glance, whether it was his breathtakingly beautiful face or his well-proportioned and tall figure. It repeated itself in Zhao Yian's dreams countless times in the past seven years.
"An'an, the rose season has arrived."
"I miss you so much"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
