Camellias cannot read white roses, and the wind from the north mountain cannot blow at the end of the south mountain.
When he was seventeen years old, Lin Shunan transferred to Beicheng.
She is arrogant, loves to make trouble, and talks a lot about things. She is a little fortune teller who is not afraid of anything.
Then she met Gu Cibei.
He is cold and taciturn, like the last white rose that is about to fall in the depth of winter.
She brought him porridge and shamelessly squeezed into his world.
He taught her mathematics and tilted his only umbrella to her side.
She thought that the future was long, and that as long as she took the initiative enough, she could get into his heart.
But he only said: "Just live well today."
Later she found out——
It's not that he doesn't want to give her a future, it's that he doesn't have a future.
In the midsummer of that year, a person lived in her youth.
That person taught her heartbeat and farewell in the quietest way.
"If you knew someone wouldn't stay in your life for a long time, would you still..."
"Yes."
"Even if I know the ending, I will."
