Chen Mo, both you and I are not good at expressing ourselves. I don't know what to say... But do you still remember what I said about the writer Baby Annie? There are no things in the world that must be done or people that must be seen... After you left, I always picked up the pen and unconsciously wanted to draw you, but then I found that I ran out of ink and it was difficult to describe you. I don't even know what you look like. I have never clearly observed your countless vivid and true expressions. At that time, I felt an unbearable sadness and regret. When she said this, Annie was just a coward, just like me before, Chen Mo, I know it very well. It's not about cherishing the rear after losing it, Chen Mo. I never had you, because I was cowardly and afraid, because I couldn't believe it...