I told the wind my wish, and the wind carried it and made it come true for me.
When the bell rang, three years passed in an instant. The wind that day hit her face, blowing away the girl's long hair, and also blowing away her... Heart.
The one under the sycamore tree became the only regret in that midsummer. Yu Xian only hoped that the young man would be well and had nothing else to ask for.
Yu Xian's nickname is Yanjuo (yan)
Intention: The spring breeze is gone forever, but you are always there