The story stopped at Chapter 17, just like the cherry blossoms in March were hit by a cold rain before the branches were fully bloomed. The unfinished words, the unfinished cherry blossoms, and unfinished folding of stars are all left in the seventeen-year-old wind. Every spring from now on, when the cherry blossoms bloom again, someone will always think of a girl who once left her best time to a dream named Jiang Ci.
Concept: The beauty and melancholy of youthful regrets