Seven years ago, she met a group of people in A Chinese Story. They laughed and cursed and traveled together.
Seven years later, a phone call like an alarm clock pulled her back to the familiar interface.
A new district opens, old friends are reunited, the name is still taken from the same poem, and the professions still match each other tacitly.
Whether things are right or people are different, or time flies,
This time, Ye Xuening just wanted to guard the group of people around him and fight for another fight that would never end.
