I once thought about waiting for someone at the end of the river; I once said that I would protect someone; I once held her hand.
When a one-yuan coin fell into the water, she said coldly: "It's over between us, just like this coin."
In the blink of an eye, she left heartlessly, leaving him in the corner.
Three years later, he was already the president of Qiao's. She came to visit him and lost all face. His ruthlessness was all a gift from her ruthless departure three years ago.
When the leaves fall, the moonlight reflects on the river bottom, and the coins reflect a glimmer of light, where should their feelings go?
It's a pity that in time, mountains are south and water is north; between you and me, there are crowds of people.