Once upon a time, when she was seventeen years old, in front of the people she liked, Wang Yishan often used sadness and pretense to show off her maturity. But those eyes that always seemed to contain a pool of spring water could not hide her clarity at all.
On the morning of her twenty-seventh birthday, Wang Yishan looked at herself in the mirror. Compared with when I was seventeen, my appearance didn't seem to have changed much, but I could feel the difference.
For women, there are always ways to maintain a girl's appearance and figure as long as they work hard. But once lost, the girl's innocent eyes are hard to find again. She looked at herself in the mirror - the once clear eyes had the vicissitudes of life - Wang Yishan thought sadly, she was really old.
She once spent five years loving a boy wholeheartedly, and another five years trying to reconcile with the love and pain she had. Inadvertently, ten years have passed by, and it seems that before she has had time to experience more beauty, her youth will be gone.
"Xingyang, you are still young."
"Wang Yishan, you don't understand anything."
This boy, who was nominally her brother, had grown so tall at some point.