The fleeting time is like a brocade, the fleeting year is like a brocade. It was a rainy night when they met; that year, Xia Qiao was 12 years old and Yan Xi was 11 years old. Seventeen years old is the rainy season, and time has completely drawn a dividing line between them and their childhood. The gaps between the fingers are too wide and the world is too thin. Emotions need to be able to withstand indifference and trust the other party. However, this is how Su Tong walked into their world, betrayal, parting... Xia Qiao finally went to Japan in despair... Flowers fell in dreams, drizzle fell, time is a book of vicissitudes, and stories will be left in your memories inadvertently. Many years later... Xia Qiao returns to China
I was really tortured, very good article