Two years ago in the midsummer of Suzhou City, Jiang Ningmeng accidentally ran into a young man's eyes and stole his entire youthful obsession.
Two years later, he came across the mountains and seas again and fell into her midsummer of senior year, getting closer and entangled with her step by step.
But this time——
She completely didn't recognize Luo Yusheng, who once had her eyes all over her.
The paranoid and hot voice of the young man fell into my ears, and his possessiveness was so strong that it was almost crazy:
"Jiang Ningmeng, you can only be mine. No one can touch you, and I will kill anyone who dares to touch you."
Ambiguity arose and her heartbeat fell. Just when she indulged a little bit and finally recalled all the throbbing of the old summer in Su City, a sudden change occurred.
There was an undercurrent of turmoil in the family, and her parents were framed. Luo Yusheng was forced to leave hastily, cut off all ties, and completely disappeared from her world.
At that moment Jiang Ningmeng completely understood,
She lost her boy for the second time
Year after year, five years in a hurry
Jiang Ningmeng, who had stepped into the sea of people, had been searching for him for five whole years, with no results and full of despair.
She returns to Su City, where they first met, intending to reconcile with the past and restart the rest of her life.
But in the neon-filled high-tech zone, I unexpectedly reunited with the sharp-edged Luo Yusheng who had returned from a foreign country.
Five years later, the deep affection in his eyes has not disappeared, but he is deliberately cold and distant, pretending to be completely ignorant, and cruelly turns around and leaves.
This time, Jiang Ningmeng rushed forward step by step and chased tenaciously.
In the past, he was the one who desperately favored her and swore to protect her to the death.
From now on, it's her turn to go all out and fight to the end
She looked at his decisive back, her eyes gentle and stubborn
It rains in midsummer and the wind blows on the lemon trees
Going round and round, we will eventually meet again in the gentle summer
