The faint fragrance of tea, holding an umbrella and listening to the rain, is like a cold beauty coming out of a painting.
At Yuning Middle School, Song Tingwan met He Chi. He is the breeze in midsummer and the warm sun in winter.
How could he, a good person like him, just forget about it?
Song Tingwan read He Chi for ten years
I have always liked the silence away from the world all my life, but you are the only noise and prosperity in my silent world. —Song Tingwan
Intention: unforgettable love