When 16-year-old Yan Xijin looked back on her entanglement with Mo Qingchen over the years, she couldn't help but lower her head and blink. Afraid of unconscious tears, afraid of other people's sympathy. It seemed that the relationship between her and him was always one of hurt and being hurt. Although there are still some parts of his heart that are not broken, he already understands that everything is devastated, everything has changed, and people have changed.
The first meeting at the age of fourteen seemed to be destined to start this relationship. From hating to loving, never wanting to live without. It was as if Mo Qingchen was a cup of warm tea, with lingering smoke and overflowing fragrance, making people want to like it. His face still flashed through my mind from time to time, but my heart ached more and more. Was it because of her wishful thinking or Mo Qingchen's connivance that she stepped into the abyss step by step. She even desperately wanted to stand by his side and give him warmth.
Fifteen years old: "Your world is so vast, where will I be in the future? Just let me wait, even if I'm cold."
Sixteen years old: "If one day I miss you but don't want to see you, then I will be truly free."
It's been a long time, but Yan Xijin still can't forget the embarrassment, pain and longing that Mo Qingchen brought to her.