They had a hard time during those years.
It's so hard that you have to share a bowl of noodles and wear the same piece of clothing for two seasons.
But at that time, Lin Jianwei felt that she was loved.
Then things got better.
The house got bigger and the lights got brighter.
People dispersed.
Lu Chenzhou stood taller and taller.
She was getting further and further away from him.
The night of her accident, it rained heavily.
She stood downstairs in the company all night.
He said he was in a meeting.
In fact, he heard it.
Just didn't come down.
We met again many years later.
She stood in the light, he in the shadow.
She said:
"I'm doing fine."
He nodded and said:
"That's good."
None of them mentioned those years again.
Because if you mention it, you won't be able to survive.
Intention: Love is not everything, but when people give up love with reason, the price is often unbearable emptiness in a lifetime.