In this materialistic era, what people follow is no longer emotion, but money.
"No matter how fast the times change, they cannot change faster than people's hearts." Su Xiaoming stood by the bridge, seeming to be saying to Meng Ji behind her, or talking to herself.
Meng Ji just looked at Su Xiaoming's back without saying a word. If she misses her, she will never look back, and he will never find her again.
A touch of autumn colors, a touch of love, do you still remember the common vows made ten years ago? When I was still young, I didn't understand that promises would go bad, and I didn't understand that love is a joke.
Su Xiaoming said nothing more and just walked along the bridge. The white dress and green willow branches were the only images left in Meng Ji's mind.
"We have all missed it, missed our youth, missed you..." Meng Ji murmured softly, gesturing behind Su Xiaoming's retreating figure with his hand, wanting to touch her, his true love. Finally, the palm turned into a fist. He never knew that Su Xiaoming had also shed tears.