I, Ding Xiaoan, hated Lin Wei'an from the first time I saw her. This feeling was confirmed every time I met Ling Yu. We met under a carefully arranged fate. When we were young, the four seasons were like songs. The girl Wei An is a goddess in the hearts of countless people, but she is also an outcast of fate. I have thought about it more than once, without the neon lights and busy traffic of the city, without my cousin Wei An and the Ling brothers, would Ding Xiaoan still be the country girl who made waves and attracted friends in Dongdawei? Would all the stories that should and should not have happened should stay in the summer of 1997 forever.