One is Luo Chuyang, an innocent and stoic boy who grew up in the mountains, and the other is Xin Yukui, a lonely and beautiful girl who grew up in the city. Was it the entangled mist or God's deliberate arrangement that made the two angels meet each other? I thought it was the purest, deepest and most beautiful emotion in the world, but unexpectedly, two people have such a blood relationship. It's not that they are young and don't understand love, but such a pure emotion is a blush on the tragedy curtain. That touch of warmth and that bit of love supports the young man's growth. Has time healed the bleeding wounds? Can they still meet in the vast sea of people as adults?
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