Jiang Jintang fell in love with Su Qingyan for his entire youth.
Like a moth rushing to the fire, she was blatant, humble and stubborn, throwing all her tenderness, sincerity and enthusiasm into Su Qingyan's cold world.
Everyone said that Su Qingyan was cold and noble, with a heart as stubborn as stone, and never showed mercy to anyone.
Only Jiang Jintang knew that he was not heartless.
He just doesn't love her.
His tenderness was given to others, and his preference had nothing to do with her.
She exhausted all the enthusiasm of her youth in exchange for a grand and embarrassing empty joy.
Later, the spring flowers all fell and the evening breeze was bleak.
Jiang Jintang walked away with scars all over his body and never looked back.
Su Qingyan stood in the empty world and suddenly realized——
He lost the only girl in his life who loved him so much that she didn't care about anything.
But the mountains and rivers are already late, and the wind and moon are late.
Jintang is gone, and from now on there is no one in the world who rushes enthusiastically towards his barren years.
Philosophy: Being affectionate when young is futile, and affection late is most useless. Meeting the wrong person at the wrong time is doomed to regret for the rest of your life.