That year the wind blew in midsummer, and it blew more than just midsummer.
At Anyang Station, which is bustling with people, Lu Zhiqiu, who is dressed in simple clothes and has a delicate face, has been pacing the platform for a long time, but Shen Yi, who traveled 2,000 kilometers to see her, has not yet been seen. Shen Zhiqiu's face began to show a little tiredness, and as the phone rang, a young man's voice came to his ears: "Turn your head." "Lu Zhiqiu, I haven't seen you for so many years, your eyesight is still the same as when you were a child. You really can't see me at a distance of ten meters."
Many years later, he...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
