It's already midsummer.
A bamboo forest in front of the house made bursts of sound under the summer night breeze, but the people in the bamboo house quietly stared at the guzheng in front of them.
Finally, Su Yimo touched the dusty guzheng.
The night is still the same, the sweetheart is still the same, just one word can tug at the heartstrings. The night is as cold as water. What is different from Yi Chu is that my heart is full of love. Who is it for?
"Why did it end up like this?"