"People say that the best is coming, but where is my best?" Ye Qiangui always wonders. Her father passed away, her mother ignored her, and she was alone in a strange city. She thought the world was bad enough, was it time for happiness?
She waited and waited and seemed to get nothing. Just when she was about to not be able to endure it any longer, Ling Nanfeng's hearty voice broke into her ears, her slightly pleading eyes shining brightly, "Ye Qiangui, winter is coming, do you think it will snow in Jianglin?"
Tragic, stubborn, academic girl × innocent, passionate and warm boy
Intention: The future is like the stars and the sea, you don't have to live in front of you