When the Wind Blows on the Face, People Are Still at First, and When the Drizzle Touches the Clothes, the Love Is Already Deep

He was the senior she had looked up to, and she was his only light when he was at his lowest point. A misunderstanding occurred seven years apart. When they reunited, she said, "We are not suitable." He smiled and said, "Seven years ago, you had the final say. Now it's my turn."