If you close your eyes, you won't see the figure going away; if you turn around, you won't see the tearful face; if you choose to leave, you will choose to give up forever.
After several seasons of spring and autumn, several seasons of cold and heat, what Cheng Nuo missed was still the gentle girl from back then. I wake up in the middle of the night and find it difficult to fall asleep again. I toss and turn, but Ling Xiao's voice is heard: "Cheng Nuo, I hope you have a good life. Cheng Nuo, let's see you again. Cheng Nuo, I will not come back. Cheng Nuo, I really don't like Beijing."