When we first met under the bright autumn day of that year, the young man smiled softly and coldly in the sunshine. It was like a mark in Su Mi's eyes, and she could never look away from it again.
Taking the initiative to approach, take the initiative to please, take the initiative to manage... In exchange for sincerity, but began to regret and resist.
I shouldn't have gotten close in the first place, I shouldn't have stepped into another person's world. Now I regret it. I wonder if it's too late?
Many years ago, in the autumn afternoon, Su Ai sat on the rocking chair at the end of the courtyard, with the sachet bag around her neck deliberately open, scattering the ashes inside. Thinking of the young man who was engraved in my heart like a brand, there was a faint sweetness.
I'm thinking of you, will you come to pick me up?