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When the Night Breeze Blows
When the Night Breeze Blows Plot:
At the old alley's 'Sweet Xiaoman' dessert shop, Lin Xiaoman has strictly closed at 10 PM for three years—until Zhou Mingyuan, in a white shirt, pushes open the wooden gate. Holding a warm bowl of mung bean paste, he says, 'It's as sweet as ten years ago,' instantly unlocking her decade-old memories: his sudden transfer in high school, the unspoken confession, the crumpled love letter, all submerged in her grandma's syrup. Every subsequent night with osmanthus-scented breeze, Zhou Mingyuan comes: he wipes sugar-stained tables, she saves the last bowl of taro balls, even their high school note-passing codes are retrieved. But Lin Xiaoman doesn't notice the cancer meds in his briefcase—he's back to fulfill a promise: to watch summer fireflies with her before his life fades. When the night breeze blows again, will their regret turn into the sweetest candy?
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