Lin Yunqing lazily stretched his body, which had been tense before getting in the car, and leaned back on the chair naturally and comfortably. The scenery outside the window changed at a constant speed like slow motion.
Will I meet you? What will it be like if I meet you again?
Her eyes slowly wandered around the somewhat empty carriage. There were no people coming and going as she expected. There were a few people sitting on the sparse seats, some were talking and laughing, and some were looking at their mobile phones.
Life is just a gorgeous encounter and a destined separation. She always wonders if she had never met or if she had not loosened her hands at will, would the ending of the story be much better than it is now?
If the gorgeous encounter is destined to exist, will it be possible to escape without losing both sides and save this fragmented and defeated scene?
