Can you hear it? The wind is whispering.
What is fate like? What will the future be like?
Or rather, what will our fate, our future, be like?
What is love, and what is it to love?
You gave me a letter of farewell, but I miss you so much.
Jiang Yun was like a gust of wind to him, leaving him dazed at times, as if she might vanish the very next second.
She was like the wind, so she must be free. He couldn't change the wind's direction, so he was willing to be her harbor. One day, she would return to his arms.
Jiang Yun, if I can't wait for the ice and snow to melt, then I'll set a fire and melt the glaciers, burning a new spring into being for you.
I miss you so much. I miss you so much. I miss you so much.
(Content warning: The female lead dies of illness, and the male lead dies by suicide.)
Theme: Bad ending
