"Meng Ran, Meng Ran, why aren't you called Meng Haoran?" That's what I asked when I was lying on his back when I was drunk in front of him for the first time. But he didn't say anything. I only saw his side face, which had a curve that I liked.
Those beautiful past can only be sealed in memory, and we can no longer go back to the pure whiteness of those years. The distance drawn by your own hands may be good for yourself and you.