When Mu Han took my hand, from now on I just wanted to walk with him alone, through the vicissitudes of life, through the ages, until my eyebrows were as white as snow.
But later I realized that it turns out that when you are young, you should not meet someone who is too amazing.
I walked through mountains and rivers, with the glazed lamp in my hand shaking, but I still couldn't find him. I settled down in Qiandeng Alley, letting the years go by, just waiting to see the lanterns and fireworks all over the alley on Chinese Valentine's Day, as if I was back to the day I was sixteen again.