——Secret love ends, but youth remains.
——When I meet you, is it the beginning or the end?
——After a long time, can you give me a heartbeat, just like the old days?
Mo Yunguang thought of himself back then, like a glass of clear water into which a few drops of blue ink were added. The color became dense and beautiful. It was very beautiful at first, and then it became a faint light blue, but it could not change back to its original colorless purity.