The Evening Wind Meets Zhiheng, and the Old Rain Falls More Than White

I once thought that I left because I didn't love you. Until we met again on a rainy night, Lu Zhiheng stood in front of me holding an umbrella and asked me gently: "Su Wan, I haven't seen you for five years. How did you learn to avoid me?" Only then did I realize that there was something gentle about it, five years later, that could still easily defeat all my defenses. I thought it was an old love rekindling, but I didn't expect that another person also came back in time. Jiang Yubai held my wrist, his eyes paranoid and hot: "I have been looking for you for five years." One was the young Bai Yueguang, who was restrained and gentle, but pushed me away with her own hands. One is a scorching sun and strong wind, paranoid and strong, but he regards me as the only light. They all said they never gave up. But I'm scared. I'm afraid that this preference is just a temporary obsession, that there is still a trade-off behind the tenderness, that I will be thrown back to where I was by fate just when I dare to reach out. It was not until later, through old hairpins, old photos, and waiting late at night, that the truth that I had missed came to light little by little. I finally understood—— I am not the only one waiting for these eight years. I am not the only one who suffers repeatedly when love is not available.