Later, as I got used to living without him, getting used to the days without him by my side, everything returned to its original tranquility. She circled around and returned to the starting point. The wind calmed down, the waves calmed down, and the dust settled. Just sometimes, a gust of wind blows and ripples appear. It broke her heart.
She began to miss the past again, she also missed certain people, missed certain things, and missed certain fragments that could never come true.
The breaking of friendship, the end of love, and the death of Lan Yan. Whose fault is it in all this?
Youth, rebellion, growth, pain...