Lin Shuwei had been unfortunate since she was a child, and had suffered from the world's sophistication. The death of her parents made her heart begin to close.
When she was a child, she would sit on the swing and look back at him with a smile and say, "The wind speaks in my ears."
When she was most sad and helpless, it was he who stretched out his hands to her in time.
When leaving, she said: "Brother Meng Yang, don't forget me."
Eight years later, when they met again, she was caught off guard and dared not call out his name.
He approached her step by step and asked, "You told me not to forget you, but what do you mean now?"
"How can you take what you said as a child seriously?"
"Sorry, I took it seriously."
Childhood was originally a shadow period, but she happened to be the one she knew best, and it was he who gave her a beautiful period in her miserable life. It's just that after the good times, there are shadows.
When I was young, I lacked a little bit of courage.
Perhaps, time is the best proof of love. How many years later she stood in the wind, and the things in her memory had long been erased by the ruthlessness of time, but his appearance was so clear. She felt his presence beside her, and as the wind lingered around her, she caught him, but couldn't.
After a while, she only heard a long-lost voice: "Time is the best witness to love. After so long, you see, I still love you."