When Cheng Nuo was 16 years old, she felt that her world only needed Gao Sensen and Lin Chuyang.
When Cheng Nuo was 26 years old, he always thought that it would be better if there was no Cheng Nuo in the world.
"I'm sorry, maybe I can let go of those things, but there is a whole eight years between us. This is a fact..." Cheng Nuo pretended to be calm, leaving no room for error.
"On your nineteenth birthday, you and I blew candles together on the lawn of your school..."
"On your twentieth birthday, you made a wish loudly to the fireworks in the sky: You want to go to Provence."
"Twenty-one years old, you are a junior in college, and your birthday is celebrated alone..."
"Twenty-two years old..."
No matter how cruel Cheng Nuorao was, his inner defenses could not withstand the collapse at this moment: "Stop talking..."
"Cheng Nuo," Lin Chuyang looked at her, "I know every major and minor event of yours in the past eight years."
"I write a diary every day, would you like to read it?"
Would you like to see it? Cheng Nuo.
I wrote about big and small trivial things for more than 2,900 days. It may take a long time to read. Do you have the patience to read it?
This is a story that took place eight years ago. I would like to say, do you have the patience to read it?