People are coming and going, traffic is constantly flowing, but life is still so real. I thought about it at home for more than ten days. Even if I think about it for another ten years, Yang Bin will not really be interested in me, and his dream will not be given another meaning... In any case, life is such a real existence.
I covered my face and suddenly started crying, choking like a lunatic, and then hiccupping uncontrollably. I looked as ugly as a grieving lady who couldn't get up from crying...