When she really got to know him, several years had passed since they first met. The winter sunshine and warmth were mixed with the biting wind, just like the image of him in her mind at first sight. He looked gentle and peaceful, but there was a cold taste in his eyes.
No matter whether he is as stubborn as Li Han or as thoughtful as Su Huanhuan, in the end, everything is just an involuntary pawn on the chessboard of fate. Who can jump out of this world called secular world without any stains? After going round and round, in the end, it is just a war-torn battlefield. . . . .
This is a love that begins at a young age and finally blooms. It is a theater that knows autumn with every leaf. It is the love-hate entanglement of a group of men and women, and it is also the lingering tiredness of two young girls.