Zhu Wenhui saw a familiar figure in the bar, but she didn't dare to recognize each other because they had gone their separate ways long ago. But she was so elegant, as if the past had disappeared. After that, Zhu Wenhui often met her: the new boss from the work unit, the new neighbor who moved next door, and old friends who were unclear. One morning, Zhu Wenhui realized: she seemed to have fallen in love with this bad woman again.
Intention: The past is like smoke, focus on the present