Fifteen-year-old Lin Keer is hopelessly in love with a man she shouldn't love - Yang Yue. He would appear every time when she was most disappointed and take a kiss from her. He said he loved her, but in the years to come, he would personally send her to the arms of many men. Is this because of deep love or for ulterior motives?
Seventeen-year-old Lin Xi met Jiang Cheng, who was the same age, and they went back and forth for nearly ten years. The two grew from youth to maturity, but they still couldn't change the fate of separation. Five years later, that fateful phone call. Is fate over or is there another chance?
Not everyone can meet the right person at the right place and at the right time, and every wrong factor will not lead to happiness.
Going around and around, searching and searching, this is love.
"That won't work. Do you know what's the best way to avoid second-hand smoke?" Yang Yue looked directly at me, took a deep breath mysteriously, and blew a big smoke ring into my face. It made me cough repeatedly. "That means smoking first-hand like me." After saying that, Yang Yue raised his eyebrows proudly, and then handed the half-smoked cigarette in front of me.
Suddenly I had a question that I really wanted to ask him, but it took courage. I took a deep breath, took the cigarette from his hand, and took a long puff. But the spicy taste filled my mouth with tears, and I kept coughing.
: "Then do you love me?" Through the choking smell of cigarettes, I looked at him with tearful eyes. After going back and forth thousands of times with doubts and denials, I finally asked out the doubts that had been buried in my heart for two years.