"Zhou Siran, I think love is in the cold winter of March 9th, and I also want to have a dream about you.
I used to think that a year is long and spring is long. Even in the dead of winter, there are still memories of you, hot and beating in my heart.
Nowadays, people are living faster and faster, and they are good at locking up love. People believe in love less and less, but I still love you. Nothing lasts forever, just year after year, it becomes a growth ring. How many circles are forever engraved in my heart, you don't have to see them.
But unfortunately, if I have to say goodbye to you formally, I can only say goodbye. Say it in your heart. In this case, I don't have to worry about my love being heard by others.
I think this is love. "
Later, there seemed to be no difference between winter and summer. Even in August, it felt like we were in the dead of winter.
The gentle heroine who was blind when she was a child × the once sunny and lively male protagonist who later became gloomy
(The heroine was only blind when she was a child, and her corneas have been paired later, so she can see normally)
Intention: Love is not afraid of August and winter.