What is love, is it the wind? Once it blows, it won't sweep across your hair again; Is it the rain? Once it falls, it won't float back into the sky. There is wind and rain, as long as you are willing, you will always wait for them. But what about love? It's always elusive, making you unable to fathom it, and even when you're in it, you still have the fear of losing it. Perhaps only the love in novels is perfect, no need to worry who will get hurt, kind people will always find their own love. In life, how many young girls are looking for their own love, hoping to meet their prince on a summer evening: with a prestigious family background, a cold appearance but with an extremely tender affection towards oneself. Such characters only appear in novels, but young girls in the throes of first love always use the standards of novel characters to measure real people, hoping to find their ideal prince charming. Reality is always reality, searching for characters that fit the standards of novels in reality will inevitably lead to many people getting hurt.