As a childhood sweetheart, Lu Zhouyao has always liked Jiang Yanting. He has confessed his love several times, but never succeeded. In the eyes of Jiang Yanting, who lacks emotion, they can only be friends. Jiang Yanting confessed his love for the last time and crushed the girl's hopes with his own hands.
Lu Zhouyao: Have you really never liked me? Even for a moment, I beg you.
Jiang Yanting: I'm sorry.
Everyone said that Lu Zhouyao was so stupid that he was stupid enough to hang himself from a tree. However, only Lu Zhouyao knew that she liked Jiang Yanting very much, but she loved freedom more. She didn't want to force Jiang Yanting to marry her, so she had been betting on whether Jiang Yanting could fall in love with her. She wanted freedom so much.
In the end, she found out that she had lost the bet and everything.
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That day, you were standing at the street corner. When the wind blew up, I realized that the direction the wind was coming from was the direction you came from. So, I was waiting for the wind to come back, and I was waiting for you to come back.
A timid person will never lose the one he loves.
Intention: If you like it, you don't need to regret it