Ji Qinghe liked Lu Zhiyan from the age of fifteen to eighteen. Later she realized that from beginning to end, they were just people from two different worlds.
His world is spacious and bright, allowing many people to come and go. Her world was small and crowded, with only enough room for her to stand on tiptoe alone.
He had taken ninety-nine steps toward her. When she took that step, she realized that the gap between them could not be crossed by standing on tiptoes, gritting her teeth, and trying her best.
She doesn't want to like him anymore, she wants to learn not to rely on him anymore.
But she didn't know that he liked her even longer than he had been attracted to her.
Intention: The return date has not yet been determined. The rain is like silk, and no one knows when all the lamps have fallen.