It has been more than ten years since they first met, and it has been sixteen years now. Bai Qinglin no longer knows how many things he has experienced, but the pain in his heart continues to spread, and he is so numb that he will never cry again.
Missed again and again, guarded again and again, in the end, it disappeared.
Perhaps, this is fate.
Believe it or not believe it, it's just a passing thing.
BE direction.
Not bad, just a little messy