Wang Yinan would never have imagined that his first spring would happen in late summer or early autumn. From the first time he saw that person, he was sure and certain of his feelings for that person. It was love at first sight and love again. But why, no matter how hard he tried, that person always refused to respond directly to his feelings. Seeing him with a woman, thinking of the volatile relationship between them, and recalling the bleak memories of childhood, Wang Yinan's heart ached. When can that person hold him tightly and whisper in his ear: I love you.