"We didn't talk about the distant past. We didn't mention the reason for the story. The repeated memories of our youth are like a cloud that can't be grasped in our hands. Our tears are reviewing the past. Our smiles are each other's oxygen. The repeated memories are like registered letters. You can be found no matter how far away you are."
Jiang Li, I am here in City A just because a long time ago I said to you in anger that "girls can also have their own world." I still remember when I was in the second year of junior high school, you asked me whether I should study liberal arts or science in the future. I answered you without hesitation that it must be science. Liberal arts is too useless. But you said that you, a girl, just want to live your own life peacefully, where do you have so many ambitions? You are always so "□" hoping that I can live in the ivory tower you built for me forever. It was also because of your love that I never knew how selfish and arrogant I was at that time. But you are always complaining that you are not considerate and gentleman enough, and even childishly remind you to always remember that "men and women are not intimate with each other." I think if you hadn't left, maybe I could have continued to be so heartless. But look, am I not doing well now?