The wind in July and the rain in August.
The humble me likes you who are far away.
——Distant you
When Nan Zhi saw Xixiang for the first time, she had a feeling of déjà vu.
Until one day, Xixiang is getting married...
That night, she had a dream.
The dream was from her high school days, but there was a boy named Xixiang in the dream.
Conception: