This is a story about love and waiting.
Apart from love, Ling Qiyan also passed away with the passage of time;
Desolate besides time, there is also missing.
Ye Suhan: She has control over the world, but in the end it is just a puppet on strings. Among all the things in this world, the meaning of her existence is just to stay with him. Lovesickness is a calamity, and only you can resolve it.
The clean-cut young man with clear features stood quietly behind her, as if he had never left. But no matter how many times I look back, there is only air behind me, and what I reach out to touch is nothingness. The blood at the corner of the young man's mouth exaggerated her most beautiful youth. Because she doesn't want to forget, she can't forget, she is trapped in obsession! Time passed by, and all she had left was her thoughts, which shattered into falling flowers. Who will hold her hand?
Ling Qiyan: That young love, reborn from the ashes, and settled into love, seems to be a destined ending. In the photo of him on the tombstone, he looked as affectionate as when we saw each other again. If you have time, turn around and say I love you.