It seemed that every time he saw her, he always wore headphones, wore a black coat, and his face was slightly drooped. A few strands of hair beside her ears unconsciously fell down to cover most of her face. Her delicate outline and stubborn pursed lines at the corners of her mouth were vaguely visible. Maybe he met a familiar old lady. He raised his head, slightly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled shyly. At that moment, he could clearly see the bright light and shadow dancing in the black and white eyes...