At that moment, all resentment was lost, and blame finally became a kind of regret. The once sharp edges cut through the so-called truth, and in the end it was the loved ones who were hurt the most. Everything left, just like the bleak wind not long ago, after which only the pale bones were left.
Nianchu could no longer tell whether all this was a set-up. All her beliefs, grief and anger, loneliness, and fatigue were turned into her last extravagant hope - to stay away from this troubled city, just like she was growing old. The love that I once attached to was just an illusion after all. Jiao Xinzhe, I know that you have never truly loved me. Even if you have, it is only for a moment. Our family never owes you anything, and I never owe you anything.
Along with time, it became silent. I don't want to ask about this world, but I don't want to turn around and look back at anything.
Time has stretched back to that scorching green summer day in August. There was no cicada chirping, no overlapping youth, maybe nothing would happen, but I would rather let everything hide the pure beauty in the form of destruction. Your smile is enough to shake time, and I happened to pass by.