The moonlight is like water, and the sky is filled with frost. Summer nights are always full of life, and there is no ripple on the sparkling lake. A sound of footsteps slowly came from far to near in the woods. A young man in ragged clothes was stumbling. The moonlight shone on the young man's tired face, and his eyes were full of despair and helplessness. The young man slowly approached the lake and looked at the reflected sky. The calm lake gradually rippled in circles: "Wei Wei, Wei Wei, I'm sorry, Wei'er, my... Wei'er." Groups of fireflies flew by, and the night wind quietly blew across the young man's cheeks. The stars blinked innocent eyes and opened the boy's sadness. How many people can be changed in ten years, and how many years of youth are buried in the long river of time without a trace. If Zhongli Weiwei hadn't met Guan Zhaoyan back then, wouldn't everything have happened? How beautiful we were back then, how happy we laughed. When I looked back, I realized that everything was already doomed.