I was ten years old and he was seventeen. I told him that when I grew up, I wanted to marry him and be his bride... Ten years later, I came to his company to work as a newlywed, but he no longer remembered me; at his wedding, I returned to him the wedding dress and scarf he made for me, and resolutely left his world. After spending three years in the mountains and rivers, we met again. He was already a father with a two-year-old child, and I was just a 23-year-old unknown painter...
How can I remind you of me? What can I do to make you fall in love with me?
How... Can we go back to the past...
"Why didn't you tell me that you were Xiaohui ten years ago?" The man's voice was very excited, and there was indescribable sadness on his handsome face.
"... I, I'm waiting for you to remember me..."