The night wind caressed my face softly, and my heart felt as satisfying as riding a bicycle to Dongshan Lane in the early summer morning and drinking the first sip of red bean soup. The corners of my mouth unconsciously raised, and the brows that had been secretly frowning for a long time relaxed in an instant. I stupidly stretched out my left hand, trying to catch the face that was rubbing against me. In the soft night wind, I want to walk slowly, but my feet can only go fast. I want to turn around and walk backwards, but I can't look back at all. Find a reason, stop for a moment, look back, and collect a warm smile - for those days of ours that are filled with a touch of sadness and silent warmth.