In early summer when he was 21 years old, Ding Jue fell out of love.
She stood by the bridge, looking at the dark green river water, and almost sank herself into it.
An acquaintance met by chance and pulled her back from the brink of collapse.
He drives an old van with a backseat piled high with soda.
It was tinkling all the way, but it became the only lullaby for her insomnia at night.
Unfortunately, that person has already married.
Young and fragile, she was greedy for that little bit of stability and relied on his car again and again.
Until one day not long after, he gently advised her to leave him:
"The easiest way to get out of a bad relationship is to start a new one."
"Anyone you meet in the future will be ten thousand times better than him."
Early the next morning, she hit Cheng Haiyang while riding her bicycle.
She regarded him as the salvation in a desperate situation, so she followed him to the south of the Yangtze River.
She put away all her sharpness, poured out her heart and soul, and trusted her wholeheartedly.
She imagined a future where everything would be stable.
Intention: Like can be earth-shattering, love is always silent.