The afterimage of a car disappeared from the car window. In a daze, Wang Feng seemed to have returned to that summer again. He would drag her to the back of the stairs and kiss her around her waist in the blind spot of the camera in the teaching building. He would jokingly carry her up and down the stairs like a princess. He would hold an umbrella for her with her on the lightly raining playground and listen to her complaints. To be honest, they both miss that period of youth, but neither of them has the courage to do it again, let alone the courage to enter the other's world, wholeheartedly, without asking for anything in return. For adults, reality is far more important than love. So, Jiang Fan, if there is an afterlife, I hope we can all be brave again. In every moment when we can detect love, I hope I can take the initiative to tell you that you will never give up on me...
