The sun is shining, the light rain is continuous, the light shines through the glass, the breeze blows in front of the window, and the coolness of the light rain blows on the cheeks. At the age of 18, when there was a bustle of people, Jiang Xingwan lost his star. This light rain has been with him all his life. It has been falling for a long time. The moist air is mixed with the fragrance of charcoal. What is getting wet in the rain? Jiang Xingwan himself couldn't tell clearly, whether it was the crabapple tree planted by the two people outside the window, or the faint starlight in the night, or the dark road in the future and him being stuck in the past that he couldn't get out of. Looking at the crabapple flowers that were beaten by the wind and rain outside the window, the memories drifted further and further, returning to the place where the dream began. Yu Changle, you promised me that you would be happy forever.
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