"Let's go, there is still a long way to go, we always have to move forward!"
Tan Luan walked slowly down the mountain road.
"You will also forget me one day, right?"
Luanyun asked casually, since it always has to be forgotten, why did we meet in the first place? She doesn't understand. During the time he was with Tan Luan, the thoughts of the young man in front of him always seemed to be different from those of the people passing by them. Facing the person he lost, there was no sadness, joy, or tears. What kind of heartlessness was that? Or was he originally heartless? So, what is the purpose of these decades of practice? Luanyun began to feel confused.