The young man named Shen Xiao died at the age when she was most ignorant, and it became an unforgettable feeling that was engraved in her bones and blood.
She hid all traces related to him, thinking she could deceive everyone, including herself.
Until one time when I was sorting out old things, the wooden box that had been dusty for twenty years was opened, revealing yellowed photos, faded pens, hardened orange candies...
All the suppressed memories burst out in an instant.
And this scene happened to be interrupted by the husband who got along day and night.
The unspoken love of youth, the regret of eternal separation, and the undercurrent of a peaceful marriage.
She finally understood that some heartbeats, once they start, will be unforgettable for life; some regrets, once they fall, will be repaid with the rest of their lives.
