She said, limited to 500 words: "I will pay you back seven months in seven years. We owe nothing to each other."
He said: "I will use seventy years to repay you seven years. We are destined to be entangled."...
As a well-known sculptor at home and abroad, what he wants to sculpt most is a memory, a memory of her that is filled with him. However, even if the carving knife in his hand becomes more perfect, how can he overcome the barriers of time and rewrite those regrets?
Her coldness and alienation, her fancy Tai Chi, made him, who had always been cold and calm, confused again. Could it be that the seven-month love was just a flash in the pan for her, but he regarded it as a poppy?