Outside the window is the night of July, the wind of August, the stars of the twelfth lunar month, and the moon of the twelfth lunar month. The loquats downstairs bring out the sweet and sour aroma. If I had met Siyang earlier in midsummer and held his hand tightly in the drizzle and breeze...
Everything is bound by fate. Siyang always tells Shengxia that he wants to go to Dalian. Dalian has his confidante and the scenery he loves. But this sour mood when separation is about to happen! How to soothe the throbbing?
The encounter was a long-lasting dream in which the flowers were falling. The loquats in the midsummer of that year were still empty, and the two people sitting by the window had already changed their appearance.