When Will We Meet?

In this world, the long nights slowly pass by. When I accidentally travel back to ten years ago, I look at the same sky, the same city, the same tall buildings, the same scattered everything, and it seems like the footsteps of living in another world. None of it belongs to me, and I am not part of it all. Thinking of the moment when I painted her beautiful face, I still cherish a yearning heart, and here I am! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.