Wutong shadows stretched beneath the soaring summer heat. Their midsummer was lively and crowded.
Zhang Junhao’s deep affection hidden beneath his indifference, Zhao Ziqing’s selfless devotion, and Qu Ting’s unspoken feelings all slowly unfolded around Lin Ziyan.
After arguments came reconciliation; after confusion came acceptance.
But just as the story began to come into focus, fate hit pause.
She boarded a train bound for distant places and set out toward a new future.
That midsummer, the wind never ceased, and one confession was left forever unfinished.
