Looking out the window, the blue sky is blooming with white flowers. They are blooming hard to welcome the baptism of the sun. But since I separated from Lu Qiming five years ago, I am like an old woman, living a life of survival.
Five years ago, she had no choice but to leave. Five years later, he reappeared in front of her and became her teacher.
Childhood sweetheart? Tragedy? Teacher-student love? Or a fruitless love affair?
None of this matters, what matters is that he loves her and she loves him. That's enough.