"I didn't know it was unexpected, but I left it in the sad wind."
After the wind blows, new fragrance comes...
"Lin Mo…Lin Mo…Mo Mo…do you like autumn?
In the fragrance of cinnamon in the Qingba Bar on an autumn night, Shen Qingyan and Lin Wei met again. The two people who once held an umbrella together through the rainy season, one was as restrained and alienated as cold tea, the other was sensitive and lacked love and longed for favor, and finally separated in the silent room. Xia Zhi's appearance shattered the old days like the warm fragrance of gardenia. With her blatant tenderness, she caught all Lin Mo's unresponsive emotions. And Shen Qingyan finally understood in the evening breeze on the street corner that some love is destined to be irresistible and can only turn into the lingering sound in the wind...
Intention: I don't know how to get it suddenly, and my legacy echoes in the sad wind.