Fang Ya's world was full of sadness, until Xin Ze appeared, the ice of memory was gradually warmed, and she began to enjoy the freedom of this moment.
But life is always so weird, yet it follows the rules.
Many things have disappeared, lost in those days when the sky is high and the heights are unknown; many people have gone away, with some regret or reluctance; many feelings have settled, been forgotten, and then disappeared; many stories are happening, in silence, happening again, and being silent again... After the clouds roll and the clouds relax, I hope that when I look back, I can find the footprints I was looking for.