She looked up and could only see Shi Yang's back, sometimes his raised chin.
Although his figure appeared in dreams at night, it was just light and shadow that passed by in a hurry. He was startled and remembered for a long time, chewing it to bits.
She asked Duan Yifeng, what does it feel like to like him?
Well, that should be like it.
It turned out that during those years of separation, what she often thought of was that hazy and torturous love.
Love makes people humble. Love is you, and hate also comes from you.
When she is downhearted, why should she tug at her heartstrings, make her flustered, and make her no longer peaceful?