There is a woman living in my heart. She is independent, self-possessed, and has a pure soul. She has too many memories, longs for love, but is afraid of asking for it, and often gives up carelessly when she is about to touch it. When she was twenty-five years old, she met Chang He. Changhe is a person who understands love very well and silently protects her in the right position. But she was restless by nature, so she left Changhe and wandered for many years, meeting all kinds of men, falling in love and separating in a hurry.
"I have been in Shanghai. Waiting for you to come back." This is a belated confession ten years late.
She has a life that is beyond my reach, she is the one I love, and she is happy.