Jiang Lan once poured out her love to the end in the bleak winter of the north wind. She expressed her love implicitly in a corner where no one knew. Jiang Lan liked Master Yu. It was the autumn wind carrying the fallen leaves, the summer rain lingering around the green buds, and the silent forgetfulness of spring.
Master Yu will not know, nor does he want to know, that someone once liked him.
It doesn't matter if it ends without illness, as long as you have loved, you will have no regrets.
The heroine's perspective, third person, secret love, be.
Intention: No regrets
