Extraditing people, forgetting the river, how much nostalgia, how much longing, how much helplessness flow away quietly like this slow-flowing river.
Gu Yuqing looked up at the sky and stretched out his hands, trying to remember that once very familiar hand trick. Unfortunately, it didn't help. He regretted it so much. If he had been more careful at that time, Qingyao would not have been injured, and he would not be unable to find it again like now. His Qingyao is gone and will never be found again.