Introduction
In the autumn when the fragrance of osmanthus filled the laboratory building, Shen Qinghe crashed into Wen Yining's life.
She is the hot light, with the sweetness of orange soda, breaking through Wen Yining's old scars hidden in the guitar strings, and insisting on pulling her out of the quagmire left by her predecessor; she is the little sun that never hits the wall and never looks back. She stays downstairs in the piano room every day, using cups of warm milk tea to warm Wen Yining's heart, which has been cold for a long time.
In the haunted house of the amusement park, the moment Shen Qinghe threw himself into her arms and trembled, the sexual tension quietly grew in the distance between each other's breath; under the starry sky of the B&B, sweat broke out on the palms of their hands, and the words "Me too" expressed the unspoken feelings.
But the entanglement of old love never stops, and the shadow of the past is always there. Wen Yining was afraid that being covered in mud would contaminate the only light; Shen Qinghe was afraid that his enthusiasm would not be able to warm a heart that dared not love again.
When the fragrance of osmanthus fills the campus again, and when the singing at the freshman party ends, will they walk through the long night hand in hand, or will they be blown away by the wind of reality in the sea of people?
A heartbeat that begins in the sweet-scented osmanthus season will eventually end up on the edge of love and pain, gambling on a future with no retreat.
Motto: If you can't turn back time, seize the moment