Maybe we are all cowards, flipping through the address book with our phones, finding that name, clicking it, and then turning it off.
Look through the other person's circle of friends, like his latest post, and then post a related pretentious post yourself. I want that person to see it, but I don't want others to see it, so I choose my words carefully. However, when all the efforts went unrewarded, I felt secretly sad. In short, we are all sick, and we have to know the good and bad of the disease.
The reason for this ignorance is that when some people are around us, we have no time to take care of them. It is not until they leave that we realize that the interspersed memories are pervasive.
Chu Xiaoran, who has reorganized his family, does not believe in marriage, let alone love. Until that figure under the warm sun, with his white shirt covering his eyes, the whole world existed only for that person.
But the taboo ended without a cure after all. It was only when Chu Xiaoran hit her head that she was bleeding, that she realized...