Being taken away by him, being changed by him on the trajectory of his life, being bumped into a man who was looking for him but was his enemy, being forced by him to fall in love with him step by step, and being fallen in love with him. . . The dream is scattered, withered leaves and frost falling on the feather pillow, falling into a trap set by you, falling into the deep quagmire of love, and finally looking back, after all, it is you I love. Everything has changed, everyone has left, but you have never left. The past is always the past, and now is the present. Wang Jun, dressed in bright clothes and angry at the horse, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, stops in front of my window, gives me a smile, gives me a hug, and promises me a future.