In the continuous drizzle in H City, Bai Yaoxi waited for six years
What he waited for was the stepbrother's look at the stranger: "Who are you?"
In the past, during the rainy season in H City, that lonely and gloomy young man once hugged him tightly and said he would come back.
Later, Bai Yaoxi learned that the tide was trustworthy, but the lover's promise was not.
Bai Luolan forgot everything, but could not forget the instinctive attraction and possession.
He interpreted Bai Yaoxi's temptation to be forbearing as a desperate act, and the old affection surging in his eyes as dissipation with ulterior motives.
"You just can't forget him?"
"Yes." Bai Yaoxi looked at the person he once deeply loved but was a stranger to, and chuckled, "I only love him."
——Until Bai Luolan salvaged the rusty key in the tide of memory
And the person who was deeply hurt by him had already disappeared at the end of the horizon with the last wave of news...
Intention: Cherish the people in front of you and speak well if you have something to say