In summer, the wind brought by the bicycle lifts the hem of the girl's skirt, and the boy facing the wind smiles slightly, just because the warmth of his arms around his waist makes him feel comfortable. The white ear wire connects your left ear to my right ear.
Summer is such a beautiful season.
They fell in love in this summer, in this season, and in their youthful and regretless eighteen years.
He said to her: "Murong Qingshui, what you owe me, pay back little by little until we reach a balance."
He said to her: "It is better to help each other and forget each other than to forget each other."
They separate.
Three years and three years.
Cold and entangled, what remains unchanged are two hearts that still remain in the summer of graduation.
Until, she said to her: "Murong Qingshui, you and him, you and Nan Yuxi. No matter how much you love each other until death, it will eventually become a wound in each other's hearts. And I have wasted so many years with him, no matter what, he has to give me an explanation."
The truth about Su Ran's suicide is clear.
What else could she do, a pure and beautiful relationship, but it has been played by misunderstandings and deceptions for so many years.
Finally, there is his determination and deception.
Does she still have to afford it?
The moment the plane took off, she missed his sad figure on the runway. She also missed the sea called "Nan Murong" that he had sown for her.
He looked at the plane that had gone away, feeling infinitely melancholy...
Will there ever be a day when they can hold hands again?
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