Ji Xu felt like his whole life was like a rusty old fan - it couldn't spin or stop, and every sound it made was accompanied by a tired noise.
An unspeakable identity, a messy mother, and a life of always running between work and school. He was used to silence, used to rejecting, used to living like a hedgehog, whose fur would explode when someone approached.
Until Ji Yu forced his way into his life.
The boy who smiled like spring used a drink, an umbrella, and a hand strap to break into his dark world unreasonably.
"Ji Xu, Ji Xu—your name is similar to mine."
"Look, even the tones of voice are similar. Isn't it a fate?"
"Don't be like this... Okay? You can live for yourself..."
Some people actually like to hug a hedgehog.
Ji Xu told himself that he was just a temporary passerby, and when the wind stopped, everything would return to its original state.
But he forgot——
The monsoon is called the monsoon because it comes every year.
Punctual, determined and never absent.
Intention: Stand up and choose your future