"Cheng Liyang, although we have never been together, it seems that we have been together for many years and traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers together."
The man sitting opposite the soundproof window looked directly at the visitor. He whispered the last words she left him, like a mantra from his youth.
He seemed to see her, Gu Zixi, who had a beautiful look on her face when she saw him, who liked to put her hands on the ground and had a deep and pleasant voice. That young girl, and herself.
Is this a dream? Things in the human world are the same.
Ten years, a dream.
Gu Zixi thought of Xia Yang again late one night.
With his washed-white school uniform and dark brown eyes, he still looks like a boy. And the ten years he left.
She didn't dare to admit that she loved Xia Yang maybe just because of the throbbing he gave her when she was young, because she couldn't forget her own memory or a difficult moment. She loves him,
Now I have no time to save it, all my youth has passed away, there is no chance to do it again, there is no chance to avoid the fate of Xia Yang in my life.
"Maybe you are the protagonist in the eyes of others, but you will never be in my eyes." She told Cheng Liyang when she was young.
"If you, Gu Zixi, fall in love with me one day, I am willing to give up whatever is most precious to me."
This is all a story for later.
A scam that spanned fifteen years, an earth-shattering secret love.
Ten years after ten years, you are a thorn bird. I can no longer wait for you, and I should have expected you to live in a foreign land.