The late autumn wind carried the fragrance of cinnamon, and Lin Wanci reunited with Shen Yan, who had disappeared for seven years, in the old street bookstore.
The throbbing of youth has been dusted by time. He is the name she hides in her draft book, the strongest wind in late autumn, and the silhouette of her leaving without saying goodbye.
When we met again, he was calm and restrained, with a trace of profligacy; she was gentle and restrained, hiding her worries for half a lifetime.
The regrets, misunderstandings and unspoken love from the old days all surged forward this autumn.
They looked at each other across the years, tested, approached, and pulled, and finally understood——
Some people rush there, regardless of day or night, just for an autumn reunion after a long separation, and for a late you.
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