Seventeen-year-old Zheng Qiao stood behind her and lowered his head when he saw the girl's rolled-up trouser legs.
Twenty-seven-year-old Zheng Qiao was lame and caressed the girl's photo and forgot about the pain.
Sixty-seven-year-old Zheng Qiao, whose memory failed, knelt in front of the girl's tomb and cried bitterly.
If you want to use all your strength to love someone, if you love someone you have to wait for a lifetime; if a person doesn't die until the end of his life, his life has already stopped at the age of seventeen; if he is already alone, what else is there to fear...
Zheng Qiao said that the answer was only two words.
Lin thought.
Then let's pause this life and start again at the age of seventeen. We will no longer piece together a moment of you with dreams. If you are willing to hold my hand, then I will always be waiting here.
Double life, not a great heroine, not a cool novel
