There Are No Branches in the South City, but the Rain in the North Has Not yet Fallen.

The rain from the North will never fall on Nancheng, just like she and him are destined not to be together. But seven years later, when she came back and was about to let go of him completely, he said, "Hey, the rain from the North has finally fallen in Nancheng, and the sycamore tree you like has grown into lush leaves, so can you love me again?" The gentle and determined rich lady VS the cool and arrogant academic doctor The falling rain has condensed into fog, and the morning is dim. I just want to be the light that illuminates you. "I don't want to see you again in this life, I just want to be with you day and night." At that time, the 13-year-old girl didn't know that this feeling was called heartbeat. She just watched the boy walk away before turning around and continuing to walk forward. Even she herself didn't notice that there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and there was uncontrollable joy in her cold eyes. Even her eyes that were usually slightly raised were bent into small crescents with joy, and the steps under her feet were also filled with cheerful tunes. She just thought that she must ask his name next time they meet. She just caught a glimpse of "Licai Junior High School" on his school uniform and hadn't had time to see the name clearly. It was a pity, but anyway, they were from the same school and they would definitely meet again. She was not anxious at all.