She never thought she would meet him again, still in such a embarrassed posture.
He never thought that they would meet again, even though he would visit the supermarket in front of her house every once in a while, or go to the park near her home.
The two people looked at each other from a distance across two layers of hollow shelves, standing on the other side of this long river of time.
Seven years passed like a snap of a finger.
Do you still love me? I'm still in love with you.
Life is not a fairy tale. When we meet again, we have already become strangers.
No one can remember the person he was before, who was as smiling as a flower in his life.