There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don't know it.
Tolerant yet crazy, depressed and secretly in love for five years.
Those unforgettable moments...
Was it the handsome and sunny man she had been yearning for for five years at that time?
Or was it that time when you could love someone silently with all your heart, without being afraid of getting hurt, without asking for anything in return, being pure and innocent?
Or is it that period of time that cannot be taken back, where you laugh, cry and feel pain, like a rose with thorns, you gradually learn to love through appreciation and hurt?
What is lost may always be the best, because it contains infinite perfect reveries; what should be cherished most is the present, because what you have at this moment may disappear in the next second and become the most beautiful in memories.
When a passionate and sincere love is presented to you again, do you choose to continue to be immersed in the past, entangled with the people in that story until death? Or should we seize the moment, join hands with the people in front of us to watch the flowers bloom and fall before the tide, and savor the long flow of water?
Persistence or letting go, letting go or grasping, spending this life or giving yourself a chance to be reborn? Where should Tong Yin go? How will the gears of destiny change as a result?