A gentle academic master, a sunny and cheerful basketball captain. To him, he is the breeze in summer, the hot porridge in the morning, and a plaything that can be thrown away. When he realizes that he can't leave this gust of wind and this bowl of porridge, can he still recover everything that once belonged to him?
I give you jasmine, and I hope you will never leave me.
If you won't leave me, why give me jasmine?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
