Xu Zhimo said, "At least once in your life, you should forget yourself for someone. You don't ask for results, you don't ask for companionship, you don't ask for what you once had, and you don't even ask for your love for me. I just ask for meeting you in my most beautiful years."
Liang Jinhuan looked at the outrageously beautiful pink and purple invitation in his hand, and the memories frozen in the abyss of his heart were like the water that burst out after being smashed with a hammer and instantly poured all over his body. It was not sadness, nor anger, let alone indifference, but a sadness that was greater than the death of her heart invaded her whole body and made her tremble all over. The dull pain in her heart made her beautiful hands painted with dancool clenched into fists, as if she could not support her world that collapsed at this moment with all her strength.