When she was six and he was seven, the two abandoned hearts gradually stuck together in the rain.
Your name is - Xiao Ling, eh! My name is Xiao Ranjun!
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Time passes and ravages the years.
For fifteen years, he slept less than three hours a day in order to earn enough for her tuition.
She read all the books in the library for him——
Birthday - car accident -
five years——
Her life is like a zombie.
Five years——
He became a famous designer, but next to him, the only scenery in his eyes had already changed hands——
When the memories are messy, he and she have lost the courage to love.
——Girl, we have agreed in the next life that I will find you in the next life.
——Okay, I'll be waiting for you in the next life.
Five years - what have we left behind?