When Xie Jingzhuo woke up from his coma, he encountered the spring light.
That day, the spring breeze blew by, the kite hovered on the branches, and the wind bamboos made their shadows dazzling.
The particularly familiar face protruding from the eaves on the wall faded away from its hazy dust in the morning light, but at a quick glance, it was like a willow brushing over the trembling heart.
Suddenly, the eternal obsession found its sustenance, and the fragmented love intertwined again.
At this point, spring comes again in the small town.
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Intention: Traveling through the springs, looking for someone.