When they first met, she didn't know what to say and playfully called her classmate's nickname "Ostrich" while he walked over from the opposite side. This is how Qinghe looked when he first met Nanfeng. A young man with a delicate appearance frowned at her.
If it weren't for the south wind, Xizhou's song on the Qinghe River might just be like "picking lotuses in the Nantang in autumn, and the lotus flowers are over people's heads", but it is definitely not the sad and resentful euphemism of "the south wind knows my intention and blows my dream to Xizhou". And the south wind brought her more than just the sadness of a song. It was an inexplicable entanglement in the years that followed. Perhaps it was a doomed fate that she could not hide from.