In the winter of 2009, I left him.
Anan asked me, Shanxin, why can you let go?
I just remember that I smiled and said, because my blood was cold.
"Then why, I also want to know, really want to know.
Anan said her last words to me with a hint of sarcasm. She said, Shanxin, you picked the wrong name.
I never saw her again after that.
Anan, you don't know what kind of wilderness my future will be, how can you understand my pain.
If you yourself are an endless desert, why let your beloved get trapped in it.