No matter where you put your youth, there will be many people willing to walk with you. All kinds of people, all kinds of colors of life, are like the gathering of seven colors of light. In the end, there will not always be a rainbow, but it will become a beam of white light illuminating all directions.
Just like Tong Yan, even if it was just a passing encounter, she felt that she was satisfied with meeting Ling Luobing in her youth.
"Thank you, Ling Luobing." She raised her head and said softly, but she didn't know that the happiness she had been looking forward to for a long time had already appeared behind her, and all she had to do was turn around.