Old lamps reflect old shadows, remembering old friends every year. He was the brightest light in her youth, shielding her from wind and rain and protecting her from confusion; she was his salvation in the dark years, allowing him to learn to be tenacious and watchful. An accident, an amnesia, and under the old light, can they regain their forgotten past?
Xue Ci: We love each other, so it's natural for us to be together; but one day, this two-way journey becomes a one-way road, and one person must let go first. Then I hope that person is you, because I hope you can be happy very much, and I can love you one more day!
Reader comments
The story is emotionally delicate, but it feels like a sadomasochistic rhythm
The story is emotionally delicate, but it feels like a sadomasochistic rhythm