Escape with the Summer Wind

At fifteen, the boy, carrying the orange-gold summer wind, barged into Si Qing’s world without warning.

Qi Fang came from a prominent family in the capital, wearing the skin of a carefree playboy, his gaze seemingly never lingering on anyone.

In her first year of university, a video of Si Qing giving a speech as a freshman representative was pinned to the top of the forum.

The girl was graceful and elegant, like a distant moon over the mountains, drawing admiration from all who saw her.

No one would ever associate the gentle, aloof little fairy with the indifferent young master who never took anything seriously.

Until later, someone witnessed the usually arrogant young master leaning against a windowsill, patiently braiding the little girl’s hair.

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In a hidden corner, the tall boy bent low before the girl, his eyes gentle, his fingertips lightly brushing her palm.

“Si Qing, look at me.”

Qi Fang’s voice, deep and smooth, coaxed softly, “Let’s try, okay?”

“I’m yours to mold.”

[In the third decade of snowfall, I was the first to covet the moon]

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“I escape with the summer wind, waiting to meet you.”

[Gentle, Sweet, and Good at Coaxing × Elegant Rascal Who Flirts and Acts Coy]