Waiting for a City of Mist and Rain, Guarding a Lifetime of Love

The new year is approaching, and my boyfriend of seven years makes mysterious phone calls behind my back every night. Since ancient times, deep love cannot be kept, and there are tricks to hurt people's hearts. In the late winter night, I thought that all I lost was love, but I didn't expect that the tricks he used on me were one after another. I almost went crazy trying to uncover the truth. Until one day, we were both standing on the Wind and Rain Bridge, scarred beyond recognition, and he knelt in front of me and confessed. There was drizzle in the sky, but my five fingers had already fallen into the warm palm of another hand. The man's soft words rang in his ears: "Don't look back, there is loneliness behind you." I raised my head and smiled foolishly: "I waited for city after city of smoke and rain before I could keep the love of this life. What do you think of me, should I look back?"