The people I liked and the voices I heard in my youth are like imprints in the deepest part of my heart.
She was a stranger to him, and he was a stranger to her.
She had been writing letters to him for three years, and the address was always the same and never changed.
She went to his city, walked through the streets and alleys he walked, and stood closest to him.
Just to hear clearly whether the sound of the strong beating of the heart still exists.
At first he just wanted to be a tree hole, but later, he just wanted to be a tree hole for her alone.
The two missed time, but luckily, love found each other.
Zhou Linmo looked at Ouyang Luoluo who was lowering his head to wash his hands and make soup. He knew that the luck in this life was just because of her.
He could slow down his pace for her and jog with her step by step. It's enough to stay with her, let the water flow slowly, and grow old together.
Run slowly, don't rush, no matter how far you go, I'll wait for you.
Her love, after all, was as pounding as her heart.