In the summer of that year, Jiang Zheyin met a young man, clean and aloof; the wind that day seemed to carry a hint of sweetness, and she looked at him for a long time. Later, the young man's secret was blown away by the wind: Zhou Zishen, I like you. Perhaps the wind knew and took away these words, and Zhou Zishen saw the light redeeming him.
Intention: You may also be that boy's salvation