The First Sight Was the Wind in Late Summer, the Last Meeting Was the Rain of That Year

The wind in September finally brought with it a hint of imperceptible coolness, blowing away the heat that had lingered over the city for the entire midsummer. In that school season when the cicadas gradually stopped chirping and the autumn wind gradually picked up, this was the first and most unexpected encounter between her and him. The cold rain, like broken beads, hit every corner of the city hard. Eight years of love and three years of waiting, in the end, all they got was a cold "old friend" and "don't send me away". "Gu Yanshen, goodbye."