An Yi vaguely recalled a love story she once read about a big star and a photographer, and a flash of light seemed to flash before her eyes.
That was what he yearned for when he first tasted the sweetness of love.
He remembered the first encounter, acquaintance, acquaintance, separation, reunion, and years spent together between the big star and the photographer.
However, he selectively forgot the last part of the story.
The big star wrote in his correspondence with others, "I have to face life without him. After so many years, it is really difficult."
When An Yi saw this, her eyes got wet, she put the book aside, got under the quilt and hugged the waist of the person next to her pillow tightly.
Now all this has become a burden with nowhere to put it.