After ten years of companionship, she was the rose he held in his heart, and he was the warm sun she always chased.
Zhou Xihan once determined that as long as the morning light would rise, Bei Chenyu would never leave.
But reality caught them off guard and tore their paths into pieces - he was pushed further and further away, while she stopped where she was, and finally turned around and walked towards a fork in the road.
The morning sun that we agreed to watch together became an unspoken regret buried in time.
On the day of their reunion, the burning in his eyes was even worse than ten years ago, but she had already wrapped her emotions in a hard shell.
"Beichenyu, why do you think I will always be waiting for you?"
He stepped closer, his voice so hoarse that he trembled: "Just because we haven't seen the morning light together this year, you can't even think of leaving me." "Bei Chenyu, it's you who left me."
