Li Yihuan thought he would never fall in love with anyone.
Until he met Bai Tingxi.
Li Yihuan drew the curtains and blocked out the outside world with glass and curtains. He looked quietly at the enlarged photo on the wall.
That painted that person's handsome face. A small smile tugged at the corner of Li Yihuan's lips, as if he saw the whiteness of the sky slowly emerging in the dark world.
Li Qinghuan's request seemed like it was yesterday, but it seemed like it had been many years.
Touching the raised corners of Bai Tingxi's mouth with her fingertips, Li Yihuan paused, then walked away with a smile.
Pull up your packed luggage. Close the door. Locked.
Never looked back.
Just like the story of you and me that ended long ago.
Never seen again, never seen again.