This is a story about secret love and waiting, the obsession of love and non-love.
Jiang He smiled: "Qianqian, you really live up to your name."
Qian Qian raised her head and said, "That's it."
"Jiang He, if that didn't happen, would you give up?"
"Qianqian, I never guess what happened in the past. I only grasp the reality of the present. Qianqian, do you understand?"
I think everyone has a story about secret love, and a secret fragrance in their heart, whether it is silent or surging...