It took a long, long time for Ning Xiaoxiao to realize that her love for Xu Yao had stopped at that young and hazy first love. She was not that her, and he was not that him. There was already another her beside him, and what about her? "Let's go, Xiaoxiao." Ning Xiaoxiao raised her head and took the boy's hand. "You're too late." After so many years, let that heartbeat bury deep in my heart. Goodbye, my former heartbeat.