The sound of Xiao lingered in her ears accompanied by the wind. She secretly thought that she must have hallucinated and missed him too much. The wind blew the withered red maple leaves on the ground, and she thought of that person again. It was dusk and the rain had no intention of stopping, and she had no intention of hiding from the rain. She just stared blankly in front of her, soaking her clothes without noticing. She could no longer tell whether it was the rain or her own tears. Maybe this autumn, he, Tang Chengfeng was destined to live in her heart, but she couldn't. She silently muttered: Luo Qingyu, Luo Qingyu, why are you still so stubborn? She growled: Feng, what should I do? Maybe this is the last time I call you like this. She just lowered her head, not realizing at all that there was a man in black clothes standing behind her. Seeing her sad made him even sadder than her. She couldn't see everything he did for her silently. He knew that he was the only one in her heart. All he could do was look at her quietly like this...