The years spent in the old city are the eternal time imprinted in Qingmian's mind.
That person became something she would never forget.
They were separated and reunited, but in the end they were as Yin Qi wrote: "So close and so far apart."
The rain was pouring down, separated by overlapping rain curtains.
Such a look, maybe it is fate? Or is fate released?
"Miss Shen."
"You..."
Intention: