Xiang Wei pushed his hand away, with tears and snot all rubbing on He Shengrui's collar: "Where have you been all these years? Every time I'm bullied, I think it would be great if you came out to comfort me as soon as I open the door. But every time I go home, the room is dark. It was so misty that I didn't even have the slightest bit of popularity. I tripped and fell to the ground several times when I opened the door, and no one helped me. I just sat in the dark and cried until I couldn't find the energy to cry, and then struggled to turn on the light to cook for myself. "For him, and for their beautiful past, she insisted on staying in this city. She finally got used to living without him, but he came back. He stretched out his hand to her, but she could only shrink back. She was not sure about the future, so how could she dare to accept the present? Will the future come?