Seventeen-year-old Zhong Yu has always refused—rejecting all confessions and rejecting anyone or anything that might affect the college entrance examination.
She didn't even understand. Don't these people have their own things to do?
Li Xiang appears, breaks into her world uncontrollably, and challenges her sanity.
His love is sometimes as quiet as morning mist, and sometimes as noisy as a heavy rain with nowhere to escape.
Reason is powerless in the face of heartbeat. Even if you cover your eyes with your hands, love will slip out from your fingers.
Finally, a wind named Li Xiang met a tree named Zhong Yu, and love fell to the ground at this moment, took root and sprouted.
We have been together since then and grown together.
