Dong Buyu "The Object of My Secret Crush Is My Aunt's Ex-Husband's Nephew"

Lightning protection: women's clothing with long hair, pretentious literature, abo, bloody He is the branches of spring, he is the overdue winter, he and he, their names are perfectly matched. On the day of her aunt's divorce, Jiang Chunzhi met the man in her dream. He was not the unknown model worker in the entertainment industry who had retreated behind the scenes. He was not the senior he had a crush on for many years in adolescence, or the cyber lover he still fantasized about when he grew up. On that day, Fu Yudong broke into Jiang Chunzhi's life in a tough and weird way. He was the nephew of his aunt's ex-husband, and the producer and investor of his new script. That day Jiang Chunzhi knew that the man in front of him was the real future leader of the Fu family in Kyoto. — People around him all told him to stay away from him early, adding fuel to the fire and fanning the flames of telling how elusive this man was. Fu Yudong, who was as gentle and polite as warm water on the surface, was not a soft spring, but a winter as hard as a blade. He carved winter letters on rough wooden stakes, declaring his eternity. He passed through your hair and fingers like the wind, leaving only frozen red skin and cracked fine lines, and then slipped away playfully without a trace. But Jiang Chunzhi never listened. He just silently entangled himself in the winter wind, silently understood the length and coldness of winter, and silently loved it for many years. When the breath of snow enveloped the spring apricot blossoms, and when Fu Yudong embraced him, it was his first winter and his last spring. The apricot blossoms were in full bloom. Jiang Chunzhi thought she had been waiting for several years, but she didn't know that Fu Yudong was the same. Only then did he slowly realize that the ice and snow had already melted. Fu Yudong loved him forever. —— Cedar Flavor Alpha × Apricot Blossom Flavor Omega Purpose: I write for you the prelude to the transition between winter and spring. Secret love is silent but love is deafening and enlightening, like the roar of thunder. They resonate in the changing seasons and in the vastly different climates.