The first time I met Jiang Yao, she was the fragile dodder flower hiding in the ancestral hall, as if she could break with a single blow.
Fourteen-year-old Duan Yu made up his mind to protect her, so that she would no longer be swayed in the wind and rain, and that her eyes would no longer contain tears.
Green plum blossoms are born around the bed, and a man comes riding a bamboo horse.
These were the best three years of Duan Yu's life.
Meeting Jiang Yao for the umpteenth time, Duan Yu accidentally discovered Jiang Yao's secret.
He is a boy, not a girl.
Duan Yu didn't understand why, even though there were so many opportunities, Jiang Yao never confessed to him, watching him sink deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.
This was the last scene. Duan Yu swore in his heart that all mistakes should end here.
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The Duan family lost power, Duan Yu was implicated and was forced into exile.
The young man's energy was drained away overnight.
Duan Yu saw a familiar figure, so familiar that he could instantly recognize who it was even from a distance.
From then on, the cause and effect between them became entangled again.
This time, no matter what, Duan Yu couldn't give up.
Jiang Yao is Jiang Yao, nothing else.
Intention: Love is the greatest miracle in the world.