Spring Is Not Coming in Qingxiang

In the gloomy and foggy old city around the mountains, seventeen-year-old Xie Yu has been alone under the fence since he was a child. He is cold and alienated, hiding all his emotions. During the dull and boring high school years, he met the only light in his heart, and the two comforted each other and stayed together silently on the noisy campus. When I was young, my heartbeat was hidden in my eyebrows, my deep feelings were limited by my inferiority and silence, and I never dared to express my feelings. Later, the road ahead bifurcated, the sea of ​​​​people dispersed, and the thick fog in the mountain city persisted. The youthful feelings of the past were buried deep in the years, and only an unspoken love remained, which became the most regrettable youthful obsession throughout the rest of my life.