In the intervening seven years, there was no fairy tale between them.
He didn't say it had to be her, and she didn't say she would wait for him to come back.
Only later did he discover that only Lin Yu could be the bone in Cheng Xitang's chest. Not too big, not too small, not too exquisite, not too fancy, but most appropriate.
In fact, even if nothing happens later, you are still my proudest memory.