"Happy wedding, Lin Liao. If there is an afterlife, I must be like the wind, follow freedom, and live for myself." Jiang Ning said to herself with her last breath, and then lost her life like withered grass.
It's midsummer again, and the breeze is blowing again. It's different from the time when I was seventeen. I hope this year's wind will bring no regrets, just wanton publicity and make people intoxicated.
Intention: Jiang Ning's love never sees the light of day