That day, when the face in his memory really appeared in front of him again, with the same eyebrows and eyes, the same smile, but the only difference was age and aloof stubbornness, Zhong Hao was suddenly startled and fell into chaos for an instant, but then he secretly made up his mind to seize the warmth he got at all costs and hold her in his hands forever.
On a cold rainy night, he confessed to her and confessed the mistakes he had made. The brilliant boy in her memory turned into a devil. Michelle was silent for a long time and murmured: "In this life, I have failed you after all. In the next life, I hope to meet you in the best years!"
That day, when Hu Yuhui saw the figure on the grass, dressed in pure white, surrounded by a group of children, singing and dancing under the warm winter sun, like a pure and gentle angel, Michelle came to live in his heart.
She wanted to leave, hugging him from behind with guilt on her back. His heart felt cold for a moment, but there was still a warm comfort on his lips: "Don't worry, I will always be here waiting for you." When he found the familiar figure again surrounded by a group of children, he knew that he would never be able to live without her in this life, "Michelle, promise me your life, okay?"