Wen Zhiyun is the bitterest tea in Pei Tingyue's life.
When they were young, they met in the spring breeze, thinking that it was the prelude to a long future;
Later, when they got separated in the spring night, they realized that it was the end of waking up from a big dream.
When we met again, the city was full of peaches and plums outside the window, and spring was as deep as the sea. He stood at the intersection of light and shadow, his features and eyes remained the same, but he seemed to be separated by thousands of layers.
Landscape.
The more Pei Ting thought about it, since dead trees can become spring again,
Can this cool tea be refilled with boiling water?
"Wen Zhiyun, it's me who will chase the wind this time."
"If the wind stops, I won't leave."
Intention: chasing the wind
