What kind of summer was that?
Many years later, Shan Fengqing looked out the window at the bustling lights, still unable to find the answer.
He only remembered that when he was seventeen years old, in Luer Village, a long wind blew his summer. In the following years, he belatedly pursued the Changfeng, but could no longer find any traces of the young man.
"Xia Tian, please don't let me just be a ripple in your eyes, please don't forget me."
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Purpose: Cherish the encounter