Each of us will meet these people in our lives. They leave a profound mark on your life.
Even if the years pass by, that unforgettable memory will be like the blood flowing under the skin, flowing endlessly and lingering in your mind.
If you want to say that one day when this memory stops, that will be the time when death comes in the future.
Xiao Weiwei, an ordinary female college student, met the person she should love, hate, and be grateful for the rest of her life in the past ten years.
Sometimes when lighting a cigarette on the street corner, through the layers of smoke, Xiao Weiwei will recall those youthful years.
But, what I like is missed after all.
The strange thing is that I was too young back then and only knew how to pursue happiness blindly. In the end, I went further and further in the opposite direction.
When we mature and gather together in a city again, will we be able to hold hands in the future?