When Gu Zhi was eighteen years old, Yang Songzhi left without saying goodbye.
Ten years apart.
When we met again, the boy was already a stranger with flamboyant red hair, his eyebrows were alienated, and his whole body was wrapped in a layer of indifference.
Gu Zhinian couldn't understand what he had gone through in the past ten years, but he could see through it at a glance - all his toughness was all disguise.
"You don't need to pretend in front of me."
Gu Zhiqiang gently clasped his thin white wrist bones, his voice was low and determined.
"It wasn't needed six years ago, and it's not needed now."
The years are long, autumn passes and winter comes.
What I'm waiting for is never the past, but you who are finally willing to look back.
Purpose: Everything starts from reality