He still remembered that autumn day, when he was leaning on the railing in a daze, he felt someone pulling him behind him. He turned around and saw that it was indeed the child behind the door that day. He had fair complexion, delicate features, and a pair of eyes that had not yet opened. But looking at him at this time, he could already tell that his appearance was unusual. The sunlight hitting his dark clothes seemed to be sucked in.
I heard him ask aloud: "Are you Chen Ziyu?"
Many years later, Chen Ziyu thought of this day again. After many long years and many vicissitudes of life, he finally remembered that perhaps his and Su Xiuyu's lives began to be intertwined from this moment on.
The backlight and the moon are shaded by flowers, and ten years of traces and ten years of heart.