The Evening Breeze Brings Your Name

Love is like a mayfly that flies in the face of life and death. In Lan Chuyan's gloomy youth, love has only three flavors. A kind of vine that, even if it has overwhelming love, grows wet and paranoid because of its humbleness. Zhou Yankai's love is wrapped in a cold, wet quilt. The tenderness on the day he rescued her is fake. His selfish desire to monopolize her is real - even monopolizing her embarrassment, her unbearableness, and her unique heartbeat. He followed her through every corridor, clenching his fists again and again where she couldn't see them, digging his nails into his palms to pinch out the bleeding marks. It rained heavily all his life, so he knelt in the rain and desperately picked up the umbrella. From then on, she was alone. The color is bright, but the taste is extremely sweet and bitter. Jiang Wei's love wants the whole world to hear, "I love you, no matter what, I want you to be by my side." The one-way love brings embarrassment to the girl, and the rejection is clear - but those boos fell on her, like boiling water splashed on ulcerated skin. His love was loud and powerful, but her pain was silent. A kind of love can make a gentle gentleman feel crazy jealous and possessive, making a sober and self-possessed person unable to control it. Zhou Shuyu chewed up the love and swallowed it into his stomach. He saw that Lan Chuyan was always entangled in love with others, and his jealousy grew wildly. He blocked all Han Zhou's heckles for her, he took all the blame for her, and he could even forgive her for her occasional ambiguous love for others... He loved her, and in the dark, his knuckles were clenched until they turned white. He kept the words "Lan Chuyan" under his tongue for three years, until he became confused and entangled with her...