That summer, I had the best time of my life. I had the boy I loved most, and the most beautiful days of my youth.
An Yichen, I never told you that I love you.
Afterward, I traveled through many cities and witnessed all kinds of human affairs, the warmth and coldness of human nature. But my heart would never be warm again.
The happiness of that year was something I could never find again after you left.
An Yichen, without you, I slowly walked alone into a desolate stretch of time.
