The wheel of time is full of sharp fangs. It rolls away the years and chews up our past. In this era where people change themselves at the speed of light, only progress and flexibility can lead to a more determined life. Xu Hen'en has the habit of drinking afternoon tea. As usual, he likes to put three high-quality wolfberries, three authentic red dates from Xinjiang, and six special-grade imported pink roses into the cup. He likes to watch them slowly spread out in the cup, dancing and flying, with wisps of fragrant fragrance curling up... Thinking about his past self, thinking about his past self.
It was another boring afternoon. Xu Heen opened the computer and entered the space. Suddenly her eyes were fixed on a recent visitor. She looked at the most familiar name for a long time, as if to release all the complicated emotions in her heart. Xu Heen felt longing for him, resentment, kindness, hostility, blessing, and disgust... The past diary was turned over page by page in her heart.
Before she met him, she had been living in the castle built in her heart because of the scar in her heart, trying to meet as few people as possible, encounter as few things as possible, and be less entangled with the world. When he met him, he had his own life and his own happiness. Then he encountered something and called her number. Before this phone call, they had been fighting and encouraging each other online. Their simple and concise relationship made the corners of her mouth curl up into a Mona Lisa smile.
But that was a long time ago. Fearing that she would lose control of her mood again, she decisively closed the computer and ran out...