Similar to the midsummer of the Republic of China, the obsession finally started.
Meeting in the midsummer when I was thirteen was probably just to say goodbye in the midsummer when I was twenty-seven.
I complained and cried, but faced everything in the end. Just pretend that Xue Xiqian and Mu Zijin's year was just a flashy dream. When I woke up from the dream, I was already on my way home.