I don't know what happened next. The stories intertwined in this city with only winter and summer are like motorcycles wandering on various roads and alleys. No matter how many twists and turns, how many times they collide and fall, they will eventually stop and continue. I never cared for her when she was bruised and battered, but I knew she would get back up, no matter how many times - she always seemed so resilient.
When Zhongxia sprinkled the ground with anxious memories, her eyes swept so hastily - she glanced at me, and I told her at that time, in fact, my name was...