Yu Yuqing

The youth of Tao Yu is the plum in March. The pulp is thin, with a layer of white fluff attached, and the taste is sour and hard to swallow. He sealed his true self in a block of ice. The gentle and sunny Yao Xu melted his protective shell and accepted his sensitivity and inferiority complex. Tao Yu fell into a self-pulling whirlpool, restrained but couldn't help but test. "I like you, but I can't be with you." "What do you have to hide..." Is a brief companionship a punishment or a reward? Tao Yu's worries are real, and so are her feelings. Time can change many things, can we go back to the past?