Shen Qijiang spent ten years of tenderness and became Xu Chonglin's most respectable friend. I confessed my love in the middle of summer when I was eighteen years old, and received a gentle rejection that stopped my friend.
He endured and restrained himself and waited silently for ten years, thinking that eventually there would be a response. Little did he know that the pushing away was never about lack of love, but the result of enduring the pain of being terminally ill.
Ten years of concealment, ten years of loneliness, and a transnational operation separated heaven and earth forever.
He finally knew all his true feelings, but he never returned to his home for the rest of his life. The night wind remains the same year after year, and he can never return to his youth.
Intention: The person you love deeply cannot help yourself