Lin Feng, that boy as charming as a maple leaf has long been a thing of the past, but I have been trapped in it for two years without knowing why. I no longer love him. What makes me sink is just unwillingness and nostalgia. Suddenly I discovered that people can really stop loving if they say they don't love, or maybe I am just like the woman standing next to him now, forgetting what love is in my sinking state. And I just wanted to peek at others, but I never thought that love might be around me.