That summer solstice, that field, was her first encounter with him.
Reunited nine years later, it was still the summer solstice with the cicadas chirping noisily, and the oath was still ringing in my ears, but in front of me were unfamiliar faces, the girl beside him, and a completely unfamiliar city.
The faith in Lin Shichen's heart suddenly collapsed, old thoughts surged, and the way forward was confused.
Should we let go of the past and let our obsessions disperse in the wind?
Or turn around again and part ways with him?
A summer solstice encounter that spans nine years will ultimately lead to an answer in time.
Intention: growth