Life is like meeting for the first time. Gu Nian never knew that her acquaintance with Chen Can was a blessing or a misfortune.
As the years passed, Feng Chen entered memories that he could not reach with his hands. He struggled to wipe away the thick mist of nectar, and the memories that had been forged by love were as dim as wind and frost.
When he was young, he would always hug the slender girl at a certain moment and say, Gu Nian, I like you, I like you.
The woman smiled helplessly, nodded, and imitated his words, I know, I know, you say it so many times a day that my ears almost get calluses.
The man's clear and bright starry eyes flashed, and he played with her hair willfully on one side like a child.
——You are tired of hearing it, but I am not tired of watching it yet.
Later, too long passed, so long that my longing could no longer be broken into small pieces. The woman put on heavy eye makeup, stood in the flickering lights, and said, Chen Can, I like you.
He was expressionless and smiled scaredly. In what capacity are you telling me this now?
——Old friends from the old days, never out of touch when near, never unfamiliar when far away, we happened to know each other when we were young.
Or maybe they committed sins in the first half of their lives and tortured each other in the second half of their lives.