The moment the plane sliced across the Atlantic Ocean, I knew that the public enemy of this world was about to disappear.
In life, there are always some people no matter where they are scattered in the world and how many twists and turns they have experienced, they will meet each other, and it is only a matter of time; but even if some people meet, they are destined to be just a touch of color in each other's lives, fading with time. For all this, no one can blame them for the instigation of others, no blame for the touch of fate. If they want to blame, they can only blame each other for paying too much attention to each other. And it is precisely in this unbearable attention that distrust is born. After distrust, all that is lost is the helplessness of leaving.
All letting go in the world comes from being too unable to let go, holding on too tightly and having nowhere to breathe. In the end, we have to choose between letting go and destroying.
A few years later, we met again in a foreign country. The feeling that things have changed and people have changed forced those who have come to let go of the past. And when we think we have reached the end, fate always likes to add another bloody touch after letting go. Disaster, most people dare not imagine that cold words that have never been touched will once again freeze the heart that will soon melt.
And this time, there will only be one beating heart.