The fruits of midsummer are sour and hard to swallow.
The same is true for the relationship between Guo Shixuan and Zhu Xia, shaky, impatient, and not afraid of being cold.
Zhu Xia, as a forensic doctor, and Guo Shixian, as a writer, had no intersection. However, due to an opportunity that Guo Shixian had to collect materials for a new novel, they got to know Zhu Xia by accident. The experiences of every painful and happy moment entangled their paths and intertwined.
From the moment they fit in with each other, the vulgar plot of falling in love became a destiny. However, many of the moments they spent together were just young and frivolous chatting. When they were too tired and unable to do anything, the relationship began to become fragile and alien.
"According to timing, let's go here."
"Zhu Xia, you owe me."
Listening to that familiar song again after so many years, it was green and throbbing, I took off my headphones,
The fruits of midsummer are astringent and difficult to swallow; our love is a metaphor and cautious.
The entangled thread of fate, when we met again many years later, all that was left was a light "Zhu Xia, long time no see."
"We have become mature and understand the definition of love better. We are no longer around each other. Are you willing to do that?"
The fruits of midsummer are no longer bitter. Only the sweet aftertaste is left.
As long as you remember me, as long as you dream of me, please hold me tight again.
Intention: Cherish