For three autumns and winters, the wind of Beicheng has blown on.
When they were young, someone casually said goodbye, believing the road ahead was boundless and a bright future could outweigh any love.
Back then, Lu Ci had turned away without a second thought, believing it was only a brief romance. But as the years passed, he finally understood that what he had waved away was the only tenderness and sincerity he would ever know.
Su Wan once rushed into his impoverished yet exuberant youth with all the passion in her heart.
She loved, waited, and hoped. At last, after being neglected and let down time and again, she used up all her warmth, quietly stepped away, and left for another place.
Three years apart.
Autumn rain falls over the city, and the evening wind brings someone home.
They meet again amid the crowds. The land remains unchanged, the scenery as it was, but their love has long since grown cold.
Belated guilt and belated tenderness have become nothing but regrets from another lifetime.
The cruelest thing in this world is not that two people never loved,
but that he said goodbye to Wan in their youth, spent the rest of his life longing for her, and carried regrets year after year.
