It spreads from midsummer to late autumn, from meeting to deep love. She accompanied his growth, no more, no less, for exactly eight years.
When she was sixteen, Wang Yuan sat with her under the starry sky, looking up at the dark blue night. He used his sensitivity to pierce a hole in Ming Nuo's heart and sow the seeds.
On Christmas Eve that winter, Mingnuo was walking alone on the streets of Tokyo, and he was sitting in the venue of the awards ceremony. One is calm, the other is excited. When Wang Yuan won the trophy, he just wanted to tell her the joy in his heart, but on the other end of the phone, there was a busy signal across the coast.
Four years later, Wang Yuan became a young man with extraordinary splendor and a star that attracted everyone's attention. However, at the most dangerous moment, she was the only one who protected him tightly, but she left scars that could never be erased for the rest of her life.
His secret love that had been buried for four years finally saw the light of day. Wang Yuan's deceitful confession finally took out the branches in Mingnuo's life. He remembered the rustling of the birch trees on Rose Street that year. He trapped her in his arms and kissed her ruthlessly. At that moment, time froze and the whole world was a golden silhouette.
Mingnuo guarded Wang Yuan and tried his best to keep out all the wind and rain. He couldn't see her fierce methods, couldn't see her ruthlessness and indifference. Under layer after layer of misunderstanding, he stood next to another woman and scolded her.
He said: "Mingnuo, I never thought that you are so cold-blooded, ruthless and selfish. You are not the only one who controls this world. Without you, no one will die."
Ming Nuo straightened her back, her body trembling, and she still maintained her last bit of pride amidst his sharp words. Finally, as he wished, she became a truly cold-blooded woman, suppressing her opponents until they could no longer stand up. When he saw the two people at the door of death, Wang Yuan abandoned her again, but he didn't know that missing this time would mean eternal life.
Yi Yang Qianxi held Ming Nuo while waiting for the ambulance, and the panic in his eyes could no longer be hidden.
Mingnuo smiled at him, as if she had exhausted her last strength.
Late at night came, and they were sitting in the same place waiting to return home. Fireworks were falling, and the moonlight was like water. When they stretched out their hands to trace, they couldn't draw the unforgettable face.
Meeting in another world, Mingnuo sat in a wheelchair and watched the man on the huge screen singing the song he wrote for her back then, and couldn't help but burst into tears. It's just that life is long and time is short, they can't go back to the past.
Wang Yuan, Ming Nuo, Yi Yang Qianxi are knots made of red threads.
When I come back to another world, can you allow me to love you forever?
