When she was sixteen, Jing Zhixi began to avoid Shen Qingbai.
She took a detour, lowered her head, and walked very fast, like a gust of wind that could not be caught. She thought that as long as she ran fast enough, her heartbeat would be left behind.
But the wind has a direction. Every time it blew across the river, it would stop at the same place - in front of the cypress tree.
She ran for three years. He waited three years. The grass on the riverside turned green and yellow, the tide rose and receded, but she never knew that every time she hid in the wind, the wind blew her in his direction.
Intention: Don't be confused and hide your love, be open and generous!