Wei Yijun looked at Xia Yuwei's side face and thought that she didn't cry when her hands were stained with blood for the first time; she didn't cry when she was punished; she didn't cry when her life hung by a thread in a hail of bullets, but now, she does. It's not that I don't understand her, but I can't afford it. It's not that I don't realize the growing distance between the two, but I can't look back. I can't look back. It's not that I can't tell her everything. It's just that I can't let go. I love, protect, and hurt her, but I can only hide in the cold and hurt her. , This heart of my own, I wish I could stab it with my own hands a few times, and I wish I could cut it out and let her see it, and tell her that I love you just like yesterday. The overwhelming words in my heart were intercepted by a pair of unknown hands when they broke through the last hurdle, and they were suppressed in silence. That night, she said, "If one day you still remember me, just forget it. If you don't remember me in the future, that's good." "If you love someone, you can start well and end well. For both parties, it is considered complete. Let's leave it like this." "When the love is gone, the debt is gone."