"An Xia, if you were the last person I passed by in my life, I would rather be with you and silently look forward to the story with you than the ending."
If Song Anxia hadn't written to him on the window sill of the dormitory that day, those letters wouldn't have been floating all over the sky. Lin Mu would not know Song Anxia, nor would he say such ridiculous things as "I am willing to give up my life to save you".
He is cynical and has a bad temper, but he has a quiet and fair face like a young boy. Who knows how warm he will be when his mask is blown away by the wind. He hated his family, even if it was a family that was blown away by the wind.
She likes to write letters and she likes all beautiful things. She liked the feeling of her hair being blown around by the wind, and she liked everything about that person. She liked to laugh, but she only used letters to express her sadness.
He and she are like clowns wearing masks, waiting to be blown off by the wind.
Thank you, it was windy in Anxia last night.
