The Evening Wind Hits the Stars and Leaves Me with Joy, and the Joy Falls into My Arms.

In the early autumn of Xingyu University, ginkgo trees are all over the tree-lined avenues, and the evening wind breaks the soft ground. Su Qinghuan, a cute Chinese girl from the south of the Yangtze River, timidly stepped into the northern wind and ran into the cold eyes of Lu Xingci from the computer department. In the eyes of others, he was the flower of the high mountain. He was cold and taciturn. He was a young academic champion standing on the podium. His eyes were full of stars. Only towards her, he hid his sharp edge and showed his gentleness and preference. She is a Jiangnan girl with sweet eyebrows, gentle and tough, with a scholarly and loving heart. In his starlight, she slowly loses her cowardice and blooms with her own light. From the panic when they first met, to the side-by-side companionship in the library, from the hard-to-hidden heartbeat in the evening breeze of ginkgo, to the tenderness of staying together year after year. The evening wind hits the stars and leaves me with joy, and the joy falls into my arms. This is a youthful sweet love that started at Xingyu University, is gentle to the bone, and is joyful every year. It goes in both directions, and it will be you for the rest of my life.