It's like being in a portable space, with only the scattered white flower left in my memory. Always looking at the flowers and plants around him with luxury, Cheng Xi faced the emptiness in his heart alone, wandering on the street corner, turned around, and looked at the people waiting for him behind him with a smile. But I don't know when the person in my memory changed. It was obviously the same face, but there was an unconcealable tenderness. He said, I want to disappear with a smile, and then cry silently in a corner where you can't see.