"Green buds blooming towards the south"
Love is sometimes like a thunderstorm in summer. There is no sign before it comes, but in a moment, it becomes thunderous and powerful, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
When she was young, Nenqing also longed for such a vigorous love, and as time went by, she roughly understood that not all love is like this, and sometimes, the plain and long flow of water can be regarded as a kind of happiness.