In his memory, the young man looked at her with short hair and said with complicated eyes:
"Don't force yourself. Compared to you now, I'm still used to you before."
This moved the girl so much. Rather than following the footsteps of the girl he loved, he still liked her for who she was.
Even in the end, he still chose the path he expected——
I don't know where the people's faces were at that time, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze
In her memory, she has a young man with white hair like cotton. He lifts her hand and kisses her ring finger, evoking a smile that moves all the opposite sex——
"Whether it's the past, the present, or even the future - as long as it's yours, I will accept it."
The girl never thought that she could hear words that were more touching than those spoken by the young man in the sky.
——That year was no longer a place where people's faces were gone, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze.