Love is like a barb on a finger. You want to pull it out but you can't bear it. Who can understand the pain of having fingers connected to your heart? Childhood sweethearts and decades of companionship, no matter how close the two hearts are, the shackles of identity make the two people have an insurmountable gap. "Xiaoxiao, liking you and protecting you has become a habit of mine. It's like you are standing here, but I can't control my desire to hold you in my arms. How do you want me to get rid of this love? Qu Xiaoxiao, when can you be honest! You know, you have always known that I can give up everything for you, Xiaoxiao, liking you and protecting you has become a habit of mine, just like I can't control the feeling of holding you in my arms now. "Xiao, am I really the only one who has been so sentimental for so many years?" Her heart kept hurting because of his words. She wanted to run over and hug him and tell him, I love you. You don't know how much I want to go with you. However, if she does this, she will be sorry for what Mr. Yi said to her before his death. I'm sorry. Those decades of upbringing... The moral shackles are really too heavy..."Yi Chen, I'm sorry, I never liked you." She turned around quickly, her tears fell again, and she didn't even dare to look back, because she could imagine how desperate the person behind her was. She didn't want him to hate her, but she still hated her after all.
When the two met again three years later, everything had changed. He was no longer the bright and sunny boy, and she was no longer the girl full of sorrow.
Now that the past is gone, what will the future be like?