"If I could, I think I would choose to leave here, pack my bags and go wherever I want to go, forget everything, just for the kind of free life I want."
Mo Chen thought that maybe many years later, he would remember the way Qiao Yu said this now, watching her bring the cigarette between her fingers to her mouth, take a deep breath, and then slowly push out the smoke ring to blur her appearance. But he still saw clearly her sad expression, maybe with a little longing, although he was the one who cried in the end!