Wen Yulu never waited for a kiss from Ayan in his life
She saw herself gradually festering in Ayan's bones.
"Brother, wait for the coming year."
The jar of peach blossom wine will be able to pick up the wind and wash away the dust for you in the coming year.
…
Yes, already.
There is no coming year.
Intention: We all need to be brave enough to love.