The road home in this life is really, really long, and Shen Shi never went back after that night. They say: The death of a loved one is not a rainstorm, but the long dampness of the rest of life. For Shenshi, the rest of his life will be wet. In fact, death is not terrible, but what God is afraid of is that he will forget. He is not afraid of whether anyone will remember him after his death, nor does he care whether anyone remembers him. He was afraid that no one in this world would ever remember his mother-in-law, sister Arora... Pei Chunyi knew, he understood everything, and he wished he could bear it for him. If only, if only he could meet him sooner. The journey home was long and he no longer knew where he was going.
Come on! Come on!