Ten years had passed, and Zhou Sheng finally let go. He knew his heart was bleeding, but he understood that true love sometimes meant letting go, then silently wishing her well.
Whenever she needed him, he would always appear without hesitation.
Meng Die was finally leaving.
From then on, Zhou Sheng could only wish Meng Die well in his heart. He called her Die’er, afraid that without her, even his dreams would disappear.
