This time, who is intoxicated in whose arms, and what will be the result?
"I once thought that was everything to him, and he didn't care even if the sky fell.
Until he heard the footsteps of his leaving, perhaps decisively or haltingly. Every time I tell myself not to look back.
Clearly knowing that he would leave decisively after knowing what happened, but he was still intoxicated.
Later, the truth was revealed and he came back. He said: "Xia'er, I still love you." It was like the glazed sand that couldn't be held fell into his cup.
The dawn after night, the rainbow after the storm, the petals in your hands fall one by one, the last one.
"Maybe I still love you too."
The slightly raised corners of their mouths still cried out about their confusion.