The clock in the rainy season seems to be swollen, and the hands are always half a beat slower than the heartbeat. When the sixteen-year-old Su Nuan met Gu Yan, she didn't know that some encounters were already time-lag. Many years later, she would still think of the rain. The rain spun everyone's future into a spiral and intertwined thread, and at that time they only heard the rustling of mulberry leaves. Be! ! !
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