The wind in Beicheng has been blowing through autumn and winter for three years.
Some people say goodbye easily when they are young, thinking that the road ahead is vast and can be worth all kinds of love.
Lu Ci turned around and decided to give up, thinking it was just a short-lived affair. It was not until years passed that he realized that what he waved away was the only tenderness and sincerity for the rest of his life.
Su Wan once rushed to his barren and flamboyant youth with enthusiasm.
She loved, waited, and looked forward to it, and finally, amidst repeated neglect and disappointment, she exhausted all her enthusiasm, quietly retreated, and left for a long distance.
Three years apart.
The autumn rain falls on the city, and the evening breeze returns.
They met again in the sea of people. The mountains and rivers have not changed, the situation remains the same, but the love has long since cooled down.
The belated guilt and belated tenderness have all become regrets in the next life.
The cruelest thing in the world is never not loving each other,
It's about saying goodbye too late when you're young, thinking about it too late for the rest of your life, and regretting it every year.
