One is a forbearing and indifferent taxi driver. One is the illegitimate son of a dazzling wealthy family.
Their story ended early in their boyhood and was sealed in memory.
Even if we meet after many years, we can only look at each other from a distance.
I have lost the qualification to hug, and I have lost the affection I had when I was a teenager. Each has a new life and a new partner.
But what about the softest heart and the most desperate affection when you were young? Will they be able to come back to each other after so many years? What does it matter if we look back on the pain and sorrow of the past?
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Not a novice, not omnipotent, not time-travelling, not vulgar.