The original intention of writing this book was to make a promise. I was twenty years old that year. I said it first and she was very happy. But she later said that it was difficult to write books. If you can't keep writing, stop writing. I agreed because I didn't know if I could continue writing it or if I could finish writing this story. I dare not agree so easily. However, I still started writing. This... Is not a story, it is real love and hate, the most real regret that cannot be undone and the courage to shake the world. Love is so beautiful. And life is so weak and helpless. Today, the book has started to be written. I don't ask for a good writing, I just want it to be realistic and write down the 24-year-old Hui Xian and the 20-year-old Jiang Haoyu. Let the youthful Hui Xian and the illuminated young man Jiang Haoyu complete a face-to-face meeting and a true love in my book. Hui Xian, Hao Yu, this book is my greatest and most sincere tribute to you. Twenty-two years later, the spring breeze blows and the autumn leaves fall. When the rain and snow come again, I have nothing else to offer. I can only wish you well and happiness. No matter where you are, you will be together forever. No pain, no worries, no one can separate you anymore.
