Maybe It's the Evening Breeze

The belated deep love is as contemptible as grass, and the cherishment you only understand after losing it has long been useless. Su Xiyan was once Xiao Yichen's treasure. She was afraid of falling when she held it in her hand, and she was afraid of melting when she held it in her mouth. But he never thought that this person he regarded as a treasure would leave silently one day and never come back. The empty house was filled with only memories, reminding him that what he missed was a lifetime.