Li Xia felt that his memory was not very good, it could even be said to be a bit bad. So many years later, when she looked back at her desolate and messy youth, she had forgotten most of the care or harm.
People say that if you still remember the scene when you first met him, it means that your fate is not over yet.
Li Xia remembered that she was sitting in the apartment surfing the Internet in the middle of the night. She scoffed at this sentence but shed tears. In the small room, in the silent night, only her sudden crying was left, like a cold dagger, piercing all the emotions she tried to hide.
At that time, she was like a traveler who fell into a deep well, looking up in the darkness of despair. The dawn was bright but out of reach. She could not find the ending, so she had to repeat the memories.
However, so many memories still ring clearly in my mind, but it is the cluster of drifting snow that you disturbed when you passed by in a hurry.
Chenxing, that is what Li Xia never told you, but it has already penetrated into her blood, your original appearance.
Looking back suddenly, you are still the purest children in the heavy snow just like you were back then.