The Evening Breeze Cannot Blow Chenyu

Childhood sweethearts are no match for destiny. Young love is no match for the dust of reality. In order not to drag her down, he disappeared quietly. She spent half her life waiting for an answer from him. The town remains the same and the river flows. The old camphor tree blooms every year, But I can no longer wait for the two teenagers under the tree. Love cannot be found, thought cannot be seen, In this life, we can only miss it after all.