"Jiang Lengye, do you have a heart?" She asked him four years ago.
But he didn't speak, and his default answer was more like a sharp sword piercing her heart than his words.
Four years later, when they met again, she had changed beyond recognition and could no longer see the shadow of her former self.
He asked: "Do you really not love me anymore? Even if it's just a lie."
But she didn't even want to look at him, and turned around decisively to leave.
Those beautiful things that were done without caring about one's own life were eventually worn away by time, leaving behind a strange yet familiar taste.
Thank you for letting go of each other's hands, fulfilling the last bit of beauty in the memories. Thank you for letting go of each other's hands, so that you don't force the other person to look like you hate.
From the beginning of not knowing each other to the last of not forgetting each other, no matter how deep the scar is, time will heal it.