This story is to tell those around me who wait for love, keep love, and understand love, that love cannot be squandered.
The story begins in an ordinary way. Zhou Qingyuan is a quiet, passive but perseverant person. A seemingly accidental encounter is destined to start a period of deception.
This originally innocent love ended abruptly one morning, and everything about him disappeared.
How many years does it take you to forget someone? However, when Zhou Qingyuan was almost forgotten, the destroyer appeared again...
This time, is it more deception or more squandering?