For Zhou Musang, the past seven years were like a dream, and certainly not a good dream. Although Zhou Musang knows very well that life is about constant gain and loss, so it should not be surprising.
Many times, she is vague about what has sustained her until now.
Is she finally back, or has she never left?
Did she pick up love again, or was love never abandoned?
In fact, Zhou Musang has been waiting where he is, waiting for someone, waiting for love.
Many of the stories I compiled in my mind appeared in my dreams again and again. This story was the same. I woke up crying because of this dream. I wanted to write this story about waiting. Perhaps, there are too many stories about reunion after breaking up, and perhaps my story is ordinary and clichéd, but I have always believed that some love, even if it is young and immature, can be unforgettable at first and turn into an obsession that will last for a long time.
You are still young when you travel through the Qingshan Mountains, and the scenery here is uniquely beautiful.