Ning City was extremely cold that winter. Yu Fan was wrapped in a white down jacket, opened a door, and pushed away all the chaos of war when he was seventeen years old. The senior who gives her tutoring lessons is named Chen Shuyan. He is tough-tongued and soft-hearted. He can't help but laugh when she makes mistakes. He accepted the 520 red envelope from her and asked, "Why is there an extra dollar?" She said, "What's that?" In the darkroom of the museum, he rested his head on her shoulder, but she didn't hide. Later, she typed "I like you" on WeChat, and he replied: "I pretended not to see it, because I was afraid of embarrassing you."
Her grandmother passed away, her parents divorced, and she flew across the Pacific clutching her unsent friend request. Two years later, when we met again at the beach in Beixiang, he said, "This time it will be me walking towards you." And fate never waits for anyone. With 300 million in debt weighed down, there was another man standing in front of her - the only son of the Han family in Hong Kong. He gave a diamond ring and said "I'll wait".
The night Wangshu was born, the moonlight shone through the porthole into the master bedroom of the yacht. She suddenly remembered the unsent rain in Ningshi. The wind of the Pacific Ocean has blown away whose youthful thoughts, and whose half-life journey has been blown away? Some answers are hidden in the waves. You listen.
Intention: Heartbeat is like a flame, which turns youth into ashes after being burned; peace of mind is like a furnace fire, which can only be appreciated after it has warmed the rest of life.