In the summer when he was eighteen years old, Jiang Yu took a photo of Wen Songyi by the trestle. The girl in the photo was smiling like a flower, with the waves rolling behind her. In the winter of her twenty-seventh year, Wen Songyi's name was engraved on a small tombstone. He plastic sealed the photo, carried it on his chest, and visited every place they agreed to go. Someone asked him why he didn't let go. He looked at the sea in Qingdao and said softly: "She just changed her way to watch the ebb and flow of the tide with me."
"Jiang Yu promises me that from now on she will only shed tears of happiness."
Intention: love