When love comes to the end of time, I don't know how to express it. I don't know if you love me in these few years. From my perspective, you are more of a responsibility to me and have no love. Fang Zeyuan is really sorry, I can't love you, I still can't face you, we are separated, I stay in the northwest, you in the south. Not meeting each other is the best outcome for us.
Your memory is filled with these painful memories. I am always changing your opinion, but I still see you going deeper and deeper. Memories came back like a flood, Shi Cen, I saw you collapsed again. If our separation can make you forget your previous memories, I respect your choice.
The wind in my ears carried old stories, pulling the memory back and forth, so I decided to pick it up again instead of abandoning it.
Concept: She loves him with a borrowed identity, and he accompanies her with silent guilt - two people trapped in a funeral, whoever speaks first betrays the dead girl