He would know it, one early morning as always, quietly coming in the middle of summer.
There is Yu in the North Ming, and his name is Yao.
There is a wind in the southern continent, and its name is silence.
It is well known that Yu Yao hates Nan Yan the most, but at the end of the story, there is not a trace of disgust, but a lot of heartache.
Concept: It turns out that love can be interpreted.