There is a bookstore deep in an alley in the city, where Xu Zhixia takes care of the bookshelves every day. She saw how her parents were quarreling, and she knew better than anyone else that intimacy would often leave nothing but desolation in the end.
Lu Zeyan was the one who pushed in the door on a rainy night. He worked overtime until late at night, and while taking shelter from the rain, he entered this bookstore and met Xu Zhixia. The good feeling that I knew well was in front of me. I let it take its course, and the ambiguity lasted until the end. At the moment when the bell rang, it seemed that nothing had changed, and everything seemed to start again.
Intention: Allow yourself to be loved, and allow regrets to happen. Sometimes just a gust of wind blowing side by side is precious enough.