In the last life, Zhang Zhiwan and I crowded into a small rental house and stayed together day and night, sharing meals and evenings. In the end, we got separated in the sea of people, and we became strangers who met each other in silence.
Unexpectedly, I returned to the age of seventeen, and the story has not yet reached a regrettable fork in the road.
This time, I saw clearly her brokenness and suffering hidden under her tenderness, and she also understood the loneliness and courage behind my disguise of being free and easy.
Separated by the estrangement of youth and the knot of the past, the two scarred people got close to each other again and healed each other's scars left by the years.
It turns out that we have never passed each other by passers-by, but it was many years later that we dared to rush to each other.
Reunited after a long separation, old dreams reunited, we are the most familiar strangers engraved in our memories, and the only salvation for the rest of our lives.
