It was a bit wet and cold in the southern town. Yang Jing closed the rusty iron door before saying hello to Zhang Yuhang downstairs, then hurriedly put on her shoes and trotted down.
When did Yang Jing and Zhang Yuhang meet? It's been so long that even Yang Jing can't remember it...
"All our present will become the past, so why hold on to the present?"
Yang Jing said, "Goodbye, the best Zhang Yuhang."