"Yan Zhu",
There was a strong wind blowing on the street, whistling Yan Zhu's body and eardrums. She was trembling a little.
"It's because of the wind and temperature, not because of Song Wan."
She wanted to turn her head away, but she couldn't figure out what kind of expression she should show when facing Song Wan.
"It's because I was confused by the wind, not because of Song Wan."
Song Wan held her arm, and she had some indescribable neurological reflexes.
"It's because of the surge of adrenaline caused by the cold, because it's been too long since I've been in physical contact with a woman, and it's because my imagination is too developed... Not because of Song Wan."
Well, this can only be because of Song Wan.
Intent: A story about a coward who gives his purest sincerity to the person he loves most, and hurts the person he loves most with the sharpest words, but finally reunites.