Bai Qiangwei will never forget the day she met Lei Xiaoyi. It was a sunny morning. Lei Xiaoyi's wild laughter penetrated into Bai Qiangwei's heart like a clear spring. From that day on, in Bai Qiangwei's world, not only was she lonely, but there was also a young man as brilliant as the sun.
Bai Qiangwei thought that Lei Xiaoyi was everything to her. No matter what happens, their romance will never change. Because a rose without Lei Xiaoyi will be like a flower without sunshine, and will eventually wither.
But Qiangwei didn't expect that this day would come, but it wouldn't be so heartbreaking or hysterical. But only Qiangwei herself knows the pain in her heart. Not everyone can understand the feeling of licking wounds in the dark.
Xu Yao's attentive care and warm words undoubtedly became the only ray of clear spring in Qiangwei's withered soul. A glass of warm milk on the desk in the morning, an umbrella next to the backpack on a rainy day. The warmth that was once deliberately ignored has now become vital.
Time flies, facing Lei Xiaoyi's return, facing his true thoughts back then, and facing Xu Yao's hesitation. Where should White Rose go?
The green years will eventually turn into ruin, who will accompany the cardamom years?