Last night there was a light rain and cool breeze, and the flowers fell. When I woke up from the dream, I didn't know what year it was today.
In An Ning's twenty-six years of life, most of the time, he was alone.
Eat alone, sleep alone, walk alone, be in a daze alone, spend your whole life alone.
She never thought that the deep and shallow, stop-and-go footprints behind her were intertwined with the bright and dark, deep and shallow feelings of another person, who had traveled across mountains and rivers.
Count every penny in your hand, even bet yourself.
In the darkness with mottled light and shadow, he said: "An Ning, I never wanted to win."
At the beginning of the story, I have always been the one who failed miserably, and I just want to lose this life to you.