Xiangzhi thought that he must have abandoned her. With all these things, scene by scene, he must have abandoned her.
At that time, she always thought like this, thinking that this long and sunny light was like eternal life, endless and long; and then the years left all at once, but they aged slowly and there was no end. Life takes a turn for the worse by omitting all the tedious and unnecessary details. In this troubled world, Xiangzhi doesn't know if there is love. Maybe love has bloomed before, but it only bloomed at night.
In the era of the Republic of China, there are always many characters and many stories worth recalling. I only wrote one story to see the shadow of that era.