Jiang Yan×Lin Xian
+ That summer, the river breeze passed by and Lin Xian heard it. From then on, there was an echo in my youth +
Midsummer is frightened by "strictness", and the sound of "string" is encountered for the first time
Concept: Jiang Yan's 17th year was like a gust of wind, and Lin Xian's whole summer was waiting for the wind to stop.
