To this day, I can no longer cry. I don't know when I won't cry. Is it when Xuewei wants to cut my wrist? Was it when you discovered Rakshasa was taking drugs? Or was it the moment when Fang Ming called me? How many tears are mixed in the youth that flows through us? However, the sweetness of the past does remain. I just want to give you this, I hope you can rest in peace, Xia Tu.