He took Qingyi and she took Zixuan, and they met in the hustle and bustle of the world.
Mo Han whispered after drinking: "Qingyi, I don't have the courage to say forever, because that person is not you."
But his whispers and pain could only be felt by He Yichen.
He Yichen murmured in his dream: "Zixuan, I don't have the courage to embrace happiness, because that person is not you."
But her whispers and attachment could only be sensed by Mo Han.
Mo Han looked at He Yichen's fresh and beautiful face, feeling cold and distant: "Yichen, you understand me, but you don't fall in love with me."
He Yichen looked at Mo Han's handsome face and smiled coldly and gently: "Han, you understand me, but you don't love me."
There are too many true words hidden in the night.
Mo Han looked at the deep starry sky, missing Yichen who only had Zixuan in his heart, and the corners of his mouth filled with boundless pain.
He Yichen looked at the rising sun, missing Mo Han who only had Qingyi in his heart, and his eyes filled with sad tears.
Can we not have so many pasts and let's fall in love?
In this life, we only wish to be silent.