She thought that after passing through time and leaving one home, another home would appear to comfort her broken heart, but it was all just her own sentimentality.
Home is a promise, a promise that is easy to make and easy to break.
In the past days, she turned out to be just a guest, a passer-by in his heart.
Maybe, if he left, he wouldn't notice, feel bad, or feel regretful.
This was never a place where you could stay and never leave again.
Home? It turned out to be all wishful thinking on my part.
"Yu Ya, let's go home."
"Goodbye, Yin Yixiang."