It turns out that breaking up is just as easy as being together. . . . . . My name is Mu Ziguang, and I fell in love with a Christian. We once stood beside each other, made a wish to the Father in heaven under the church, held his hand, and grew old together with him. But in the end, it couldn't withstand the ravages of time and distance. In the end, I got this: I don't like you anymore, I have given up on you, don't pester me. As Jiang Yan said, the relationship between me and him is like a line segment between two points. The distance is fixed and will not extend, but I am moving. Stop remembering love. Lu Xiaoan would also say, Mu Ziguang, stop acting in Qiong Yao dramas. And I would just sit on the bed alone and look at the moonlight quietly. It looked like a naked woman hugging myself. Slightly cool.