Zhou Nianan belongs to the wind, and Xu Jiashu is her wind, the wind that only belongs to her.
Zhou Nian'an, do you deserve the upper hand?
Do you love him, do you want to destroy him, do you want him to go to hell with you? Let him go and let him kiss the rose of his love.
Zhou Nian'an, you are just a weed, aren't you?
Do you deserve hope?
In her short but passionate youth, Xu Jiashu supported all her hopes and gave her the confidence to live.
No, he was her belief.
Step over my broken grass roots to look for your rose. You are the wind, and you should only love me temporarily.
Intention: "What dissipates with the wind is youth. I want you to remember me forever."