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The wind kisses the cicadas chirping on the summer night. The love is short but the love is short. The boy and I are sleeping in the long summer. After a rain, Jiang Yu was trapped in the summer when she was eighteen. After her mother died unexpectedly, she became autistic, as if her soul had left with her mother. But in the thirty-day cycle, in these "groundhog"-like days, he accidentally realized that he could also be the light of others. His originally wasted life changed because of someone. In this seemingly meaningless summer, I still cherish the few time left before my eyes. There was rarely a fragile side to his cold appearance. Jiang Xue felt heartbroken when she saw his bitter smile. A simple smile made her heartache.