When I first met you, I felt like an old friend returning home.
At the age of eighteen, timid Lin Qingyin had never imagined love. However, the moment we first saw Wan Qiaomu, love sprouted quietly and grew day by day.
Fate plays tricks on people, he becomes more and more brilliant, but she falls into the abyss. Falling in love from a distance, looking up at love, even if he bends down, she will feel that they are separated by clouds and mud. Like falling into dust, even if it blossoms and bears fruit, it is still bitter in the heart.
Next to the dazzling Wan Qiaomu, Lin Qingyin always secretly disliked herself for being ordinary, sensitive, and fragile. Arguments arose, collapse was imminent, and I thought I would lose him forever.
However, she was still the lucky one chosen by God. Even though there were misunderstandings and sorrow, he always understood how special she was. Like guarding the most delicate flower, cherishing the purest drop of tear, waiting for the brightest star in the night sky, accompanying you all the way through the darkness and towards the light.