"The love that comes from not knowing is getting deeper and deeper," Xiaobei sighed while standing in front of the window. Li Hang was a wound that she could not touch in her heart. Although half a year had passed, the damage caused to her by Li Hang's departure did not seem to lessen at all. She once said to Li Hang with a smile: "I am a grass and can survive anywhere." Even so, it was just survival. Little did Li Hang know that he was the sunshine and rain for this grass, and only with him could the grass grow happily...