Su Yinchang dreamed of the day she first met Wei Qifan. He was facing her in the corridor at the entrance of Class 13, and the sunlight behind him seemed to emanate from him, dazzling her eyes.
She has always wanted to follow in that person's footsteps since high school. Even after they moved away from home, many things she came into contact with were always connected to him as an unconditioned reflex.
Like many young girls, she thought her story would be different from others. I thought I was like the little girl watering flowers on the cover of Ba Zhangan's novel "Zhi Sheng Huaibei", and that one day she would see the flower she watered bloom.
Now she finally had to admit that she was just an individual as small as dust in this world. And there are many unfinished but passed stories every day in this world.
Not the end, but the only one.