That year, his black hair was like splashing ink, fireworks were falling in Yangzhou in March, and among the cherry blossoms flying all over the sky, he met his destined disaster.
At that time, he was still a high-spirited young man, arrogant and did not know how to cherish. He firmly believed that to be happy in life, he was unwilling to stop for anyone or the scenery.
One gave all his feelings, but in the end all the dreams and flying in his heart were wiped away. The other was afraid of facing the passion and sincerity of this love, and refused to let go while escaping.
After all, he is too young to bear the weight of love.
Meeting is inevitable. And missing it is doomed.
Destiny arises and destiny ends, we meet again, whether today or tomorrow...