"Just because I don't talk about many things doesn't mean I don't know them.
It's just that the memories are too long and the memories are too short. The sad ones are always deliberately forgotten, the happy ones are just fleeting, and as for the rest... What is it? "
Don't know.
But every time Shao Jingchen thought about it, she was very grateful that that boy had appeared in her memories indifferently, just like the most beautiful years.