I still like you, just like the wind that has traveled eight hundred meters without asking about your return date.
He said: "Zhao Wanchen, I will marry you when you grow up."
She said: "After ten years of dating, you ended up marrying someone else."
Our ten years, the missed youth, a secret love until death, a cup of warm water as company, a ray of sunshine traveling thousands of miles, just to meet you, even if it ends up being lonely in the end.
He said: "Zhao Wanchen, have you ever heard of dust rising in the East China Sea?" She lowered her head and smiled: "Xie Xiaodong's east and Zhao Wanchen's dust..."