My Dear, Please Hold Me Tight

"If the summer wind turns into rain and drips on the stars, it will definitely be a huge love." Ni Xingchen tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep. He remembered that Luan Xia was there, so he got up and wrote this sentence in his notebook in the dark. Coincidentally, there was a heavy rain that night, which washed away the heat of this summer, and with it, the sky full of stars that Luan Xia left for her at the end. "Ni Xingchen, I, Luan Xia, don't like to owe others. If you give me a star, then I will pay you back the stars in the sky."