The spring rain in Zhoushui has been pattering, just like a soft and lingering emotion lingering around Zhu Qiyue's body.
She has always prided herself on being neat, but she always encounters people she cannot avoid. Old feelings re-invade her world with the arrival of strangers.
Thinking of this, she wrapped herself in the quilt and turned over impatiently. There was drizzle outside the window——
Chunyu is really easy to sleep.
Concept: Life is inevitably bloody, but fate will never be late