She spent eight long years insisting on going her own way, guarding the memories of the past, and burying the feelings in her heart at the end of time.
The mark of time at that time was a name called "Jiang Liu", which was a softness that even she herself could not touch.
Lin Nansheng is so stubborn, but she doesn't know that there is another person in the world who, like her, has spent twenty years of her life in a relationship that started when she was young. The first ten years were love and care, and the next ten years are love.
Some people say that the feelings of youth are clear and vague, others say that they are hazy and worry-free, but there are always times when people cannot deny that they are persistent, persevering, and thrilling.
Nan Sheng doesn't know what kind of feelings she will have for Jiang Liu eight years later. Time cannot turn back, life is not a play, and she cannot repeat the Andante over and over again. The only thing she can keep is a memory.
There were so many eyes around her, caring, loving, cherishing, and tacitly. There were always some people whose care she couldn't ignore no matter how hard she pretended not to see it. Should she also try to force herself to jump out of the city of time, forget the past, and start a new life?