Xu Moci spent his whole life thinking about it. If he had been more decisive, braver, restrained his pride, and could have made it clear after the misunderstanding happened, but there was no if. Now that it had happened and it was irreversible, he could only forget it according to the suicide note. Lin Yuyi, but he was wrong. Lin Yuyi's death was like a spark blooming in the night sky. Although it was fleeting, it turned into particles and existed in every corner of his life. Xu Moci could not forget it. He painfully found that he could not even fulfill Lin Yuyi's last promise. He was so weak, pale, and numb. But one day Du Mingxi gave him a package, which contained only a small video tape. He took it home and did not dare to touch it. It was like a rare treasure. He was afraid that what was recorded inside was the person he thought about day and night. In this way, until the next spring, on the night of Lin Yuyi's death, Xu Moci still played the videotape. On the screen, 18-year-old Lin Yuyi smiled freely and said, "Xu Moci, how about we be together for a lifetime?" It was a windy and rainy day, and the people in the house never woke up.
Xu Moci never knew that Lin Yu had forgiven him a long time ago, on the first day he found her.
Intention: We always spend our lives looking for an answer, but we don't know how to write it