After all, life cannot stretch out a hand to catch the passing clouds for us. When we turn around, we will reach the end of the world. I cried and laughed, but it was profound.
And in the rush of life, no one is a foil to anyone else. But unknowingly, it has become the background color of others in my own life.
Should I hold on to my son's hand, or should I turn around and go to the end of the world?
We never knew that our green years would pass by like this.
(Copywriter) "Xu Yuan." I mustered up the courage to shout.
His footsteps did not stop, neither urgent nor slow, as always, and his back gradually became farther and farther away.
I know he didn't hear me. After all, I failed to take this step. However, as of now, it is just a joke.
I stood, a little numb. Pedestrians were everywhere, glancing at them intentionally or unintentionally. In their eyes, it's just a passing incident.
Yes, we just passed each other and there was not even a single dialogue between us.
That's it, that's it.
"Xixixi——" A rain comes unexpectedly, just like we encountered it unexpectedly in the past.
The hot wind shakes down a few leaves, and the smile on Xia Tian's eyes and brows will eventually fall into this wind...