Many years ago, when we were young and ignorant, people could never predict the inevitable connection between what they did at this moment and what would happen next. It is true that we cannot make excuses for the mistakes we have made. On Vanilla Road, the slightly autumn sun has long lost its former strength, leaving traces that can no longer be described with the sense of smell. It was such a lonely and quiet place where all Mu Jiang's sorrows, joys and sorrows were buried for him.