Ordinary but special days, the youth that should have bloomed enthusiastically has lost its original brilliance prematurely. In fact, maturity and old age are like a glass of water. The tea leaves inside slowly sink to the bottom of the cup, and the feeling of spinning in the cup may be eternal pain, or it may be a memory that will be treasured forever.
The moment she chose to perish, the world of me, Duanmu, and Ouyang was no longer complete. Some people in this world share the same sun, but they are still far apart from each other, but they share the same moon. Although the world in fairy tales is perfect, it is also a place I can never reach. Some stories become more magnificent the more painful they appear. However, I know that my world should be magnificent. In fact, I am waiting for the day when she can miraculously appear in front of me, even though Duanmu and Ouyang are far apart from me...