Introduction: When he was fifteen years old, the rainy season in early summer in Shanghai became a past that Xia Feng, who was twenty-five years old, never wanted to recall again.
Twenty-five-year-old Xia Feng fled Shanghai in a panic, a city full of the atmosphere of Northern Jiangsu and Fangli.
Xia Feng felt cold and panicked, and the laughter and laughter they brought in the past were instantly wiped out.
Su Bei once said that Xia Feng, a heartless and timid woman, apart from her pretty face, what attracted Lin Su to Lin Su for eight years was that Xia Feng was deeply in love with Fang Li. In response to this, Su Bei sneered more than once and called Lin Su blind!
After hearing this, Lin Su smiled slightly and glanced at Xia Feng in the distance. If he was really blind, he might not fall in love with her.
If she was really blind, she would not have seen the scene where she was crying and calling out to Fang Li on the street corner, nor would she have seen her smiling like a flower when she saw Su Bei and Fang Li holding hands in the distance and walking towards her. Maybe this way I wouldn't know her strength and kindness, so I wouldn't fall in love with her, and then I wouldn't have to suffer so much.
Lin Su didn't say these words because he didn't want to destroy what Xia Feng wanted to protect.