At the beginning, I thought I had family, friendship, and love that everyone envied. I thought my life was complete and did not require too many scruples or assumptions. But it turned out to be a dream that sparkled with crystal fairy tales.
I woke up from the dream, the tea was cold, people left, and the building was empty. At first, I thought the whole world was just a joke. I tried my best to believe in those beautiful promises, and tried desperately to hold on to the fragments in my hand, but I didn't know that the tighter I held on, the deeper the injury.
After that day of sadness, that day of madness, that day of decadence, like everyone else, I chose to escape, escape from my own cowardice, escape from the memories of the past, find an unknown city, and live in my own corner peacefully.
But life is full of coincidences, and no matter how time settles, it will eventually return to its original point, and I, Zhao Zimo, still can't escape the scar given by fate. However, fortunately, I met him during this careless escape.
I don't believe in love, promises, or the future, but he gave me love, gave me promises, and even gave me the future. In that dream-weaving youth, he gave me the colors I wanted to weave, and it was full of brilliance.