You wrote her name lightly after each name. Even if it is unknown.
You know that from that moment on, Shen Anyuan and Chen Ziyan, in their yellowed youth, were inseparable and never separated again.
You stared at the window in a daze, but actually you just wanted to see her profile and her reflection on the glass. It's just that she no longer looks into your bright eyes.
You have heard her say, I will come on, to your hometown, to your north.
You said, I am willing to stay in your south and accompany you to see the picturesque Jiangnan, where the warblers are flying and the grass is growing.
You once heard her say that being able to make breakfast with you, even if it is just frying an egg, is the happiest thing you can imagine.
You smile, maybe she gradually forgets too many things, which finally shows that you love her deeper and longer.
You spent your whole life letting her learn to love you, but you let her spend the rest of her life forgetting you.
Beyond life and death, beyond Yin and Yang.