In the Lingering Warmth, the Evening Wind Stops

In September of his sophomore year in high school, Xia Wan broke into Lin Yan's quiet world like a ray of sunshine. He is the boy in the corner who silently answers questions, and she is Feng Feng Huohuo's new deskmate. Two parallel lines, quietly noticed in their respective worlds - she envied his calmness, and he yearned for her liveliness. But at that time, there were others around them. Eight years later, they reunited at a class reunion, and the two people, whose youthful feelings had faded, finally faced up to the secret feelings in their hearts. He was healed by her warmth, and she was greedy for his tenderness, thinking that she had finally found the "right person". From falling in love to getting married, they spent six years embedding each other in the deepest part of their lives. But after all, the startling glimpse in youth is no match for the suffocating presence in middle age. Her anxiety is getting worse and worse. She has to reply messages immediately, report at any time, and confirm "do you love me" over and over again; his fatigue is getting deeper and deeper, and he is so wrapped up in this all-pervasive dependence that he can't breathe. When she smelled a strange scent of perfume on his collar, and when he said "your love is too suffocating," the fourteen-year bond was shattered into residual warmth on the floor at that moment. This is a story about love and hurt. Two people with the trauma of their original families desperately tried to get warmth from each other, but they burned each other black and blue. Meeting again on the street many years later, they looked at each other and smiled, with relief, regret, and the last remaining warmth left by the sunshine in September that year.