There is a tacit saying in the Jian'an Group that Zhou Yushen's journey never stops for anyone. Until Wei tide was suddenly named and sat in the first row at the symposium, until the day she broke up because she was drunk and huddled on the street corner waiting for the car, and vaguely saw the black car that never stopped parked in front of him. He, such a majestic man, made an exception and leaned over to hold an umbrella for her, allowing her to cry in the car for a full forty-seven minutes. She asked him what he wanted, and he said that the tide had faith and he would stay for me. The snow will melt and his edge will bow. And the tidal limit was no match for the forty-seven minutes he had been soft-hearted for her. Adapted from "Tideline" by Toffee Crispy.
