Non-love is a past that I suddenly remembered on a quiet night.
The boys and girls in the memories may be sweet or youthful, but after all they cannot escape the pain of growing up.
Fei is gradually confused in the pursuit, Lan has been escaping, and An can't bear to let go and chooses to chase her all her life. . .
Their chests seemed to be imprinted with the marks of youth, lingering and tingling, destined to be entangled with memories for a lifetime.
Their names have always been hidden in someone's heart, settling in tiny corners, taking root, growing day by day, and finally breaking out of the ground.
This story is like the Mojito I tasted for the first time a long time ago. The cool mint is mixed with the spiciness of alcohol. The taste is not palatable but it stimulates the taste buds to the greatest extent, and it is a bit curious.
The people in this story have more or less flaws in their characters. They are not perfect, but they are the most authentic versions of themselves and the most authentic "once" in the world.
In the past, I have followed yesterday's footsteps again and again, hoping to encounter another self in this world; however, the reality is cruel. I have never met another me, but I have met countless hers and hims.
Their lives are scenery that I have never set foot on.
In order to keep this lingering beauty, I decided to keep it in my own way.
Hence this story.
I hope that if you accidentally see it, you can patiently recall the journey you have taken.
After all, it was a view no one else had ever seen.