"I know there is something called love in the world, and those with courage can see it. I didn't have it in the past, but now I have it, so I hope you can give me a chance. I'm not greedy. I'll give up when I count to ten."
Two years ago, Li Xiaoyuan said this to Jiang Feng with a smile while walking on the stone paved road scattered by the morning light. The breeze that day was cool and carried her long hair. But he didn't love her at that time. When leaving, Li Xiaoyuan said willfully that he would wait for Jiang Feng for two years.
"The unresponsive heart is the most unreliable. I have already counted ten. If one day you fall in love with me, you must give up at the count of one, because I don't want to love anymore."
Two years later, the wind was still cool, but the sky was no longer clearing up. Maybe under that drunken moonlight, Li Xiaoyuan had already squeezed into Jiang Feng's life, but Li Xiaoyuan had learned the knowledge of love for too long and was too tired, so she was willing to give it up.
On that difficult afternoon, Li Xiaoyuan fell there. Too much sadness condensed into tears and fell into her eyes. That broken heart could no longer bear any touch, and it became a pain that Jiang Feng could never let go of.
"It's me who will love you this time."