Liuqiao has not cried since she was sixteen years old.
He always told himself to be strong.
But that day, he cried so heartbroken and heartbroken.
Jiang Yun has never cried since he was sensible.
But that day, he cried like a helpless child,
All I know is shedding tears of begging.
I'm lucky,
I can write it down and describe it,
The story of Jiang Yun and Liu Qiao before that day.
I was lucky,
It's never too difficult,
It gave me an unknown piece of the puzzle.
Finally, I am lucky,
When I finished describing it, I had no regrets.
At this point in life, there is some meaning.
Even slightly.
Intention: some kind of redemption