How can love be a tragedy for the lover? Is autumn its tragedy for spring? ——"Me and the Temple of Earth"
When Xiang Wanji was seventeen, he had a serious crush on someone.
That person was like the sun on a hot summer day, hot, direct, and blinding. She instinctively put up a high wall.
By the time she made it clear what she wanted, he had already walked over to someone else.
She said to herself, "If it hasn't started, it's not lovelorn." She threw the piece of paper with the ugly basketball on it into the trash can and pretended that nothing happened.
Four years later, on the high-speed train to western Sichuan...
"Hey, I told you it's okay, it's okay..."
A familiar voice filled her ears, and she paused her fingers on the phone screen, thinking, "It's over."
Intention: Love blooms in spring, and meeting is the result.