His life is like floating, his death is like resting.
"Gu Xiaobei, if one day the world is in front of you, will you abandon me for it?"
Before the fire, Qin Qian was still the little girl who asked this silly question, and she always pretended to be the Gu Xiaobei she liked. But after the fire, she would never remember these words again, nor the boy she called "Gu Xiaobei" under the starry sky. Maybe I really don't remember, or maybe it's just that young man who disappeared into the vast fire together with his affectionate and sincere answer. She had to forget.