"Weiwei, I'm sorry. It was my fault before. I couldn't understand myself. Can you forgive me? You have forgiven me so many times. How about you forgive me one more time? The last time, okay, okay..."
Looking at Xia Qi who was drunk but still hugging him and refused to let go, I suddenly wanted to laugh. Zhang Weiwei, you succeeded. The man you have guarded for so many years is now holding you and is unwilling to let go. He was finally willing to look back at you, you were finally the one he yelled after he drank too much, he was finally willing not to let you go... I really wanted to laugh, but when I rolled my eyes, it turned into crying. I hugged Xia Qi back and cried, staining his always clean white shirt. You finally understand yourself, but now I can't understand myself. Is there always an untouchable distance between us? What I wrote over five years is a love letter that finally moved you, or a letter of laughter and forgetfulness left to myself.