Xiaosong, a young man living in isolation from the world.
For him, every day is peaceful.
What exactly do you yearn for, and what do you want to pursue?
He has been thinking hard about these questions.
Until one day——
A chance encounter.
There were ripples in his peaceful life.
Like meshing gears, once it starts running, it won't stop easily.
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The dark clouds had dispersed, and she looked at the sunset in the distance. The golden outline was so dazzling.
"Xiaosong, can you hear what the sound is?"
"For example?"
"For example, the distant and ethereal, beautiful timbre."
The breeze that blew up from nowhere blew their hair.
"I heard it."
"It's... The distant wind."