The evening breeze in the North City is gentle every year, and it can soothe the desolation of the streets and dissipate the heat of midsummer, but it can only heal the scars that have been festering on Su Wan's heart for ten years. A glimpse of love under the sycamore tree at the age of seventeen made Su Wan sacrifice his entire youth to Lu Zhiyan. She gave up her future, put aside her dignity, restrained her sharpness, and became his shadow that was always available for ten years. She stayed in the Lu family for five years anonymously, and she poured all her sincerity and tenderness into front of him. But in Lu Zhiyan's eyes, her ten-year relationship was just an entanglement of greed for wealth and a deep calculation. He was deceived by Shen Ruowei, who was fostered in the Lu family, and had been prejudiced against her since he was young. For ten years, he allowed others to frame her and humiliate her. He personally crushed her dignity, trampled on her sincerity, and pushed her into the abyss of eternal destruction again and again. Everyone says that the cold wind at night is the most hurtful thing. But Su Wan spent ten years of blood and tears to understand: Even if the night wind is chilly, it can still leave a little tenderness in the world; and Lu Zhiyan's cruelty is like ice that can't grow any grass, and it's the darkness that burns out all the light. The night wind is so gentle, but not even half as cruel as you. When all the false masks were torn apart and all the truth came out, Lu Zhiyan saw clearly that the girl who had been injured so badly by him had already exhausted all his love and vitality. He repented madly and traveled all over the mountains and rivers to look for her, but the belated love was cheaper than grass, the broken heart could never be recovered, and the lost people could never be brought back. In the end, the evening breeze in Beicheng remains the same, and it remains as gentle as ever year after year. It's just that the girl who has loved him for ten years will never look back; the man who holds prosperity in his hands will live in endless regret throughout his life.
