When she first met him, she looked miserable, timid, and pitiful. So he took her in by some strange combination of circumstances and doted on her for eight years.
When she left him, she was already a graceful girl, full of resentment. The back view is decisive.
When she met him again, she was already in heavenly beauty. Move your hands and feet, advance and retreat appropriately.
But he is no longer the person closest to her, she no longer smiles at him sweetly, and she no longer shares her vulnerability with him.
Under the bright light, she showed him the most standard smile and said, long time no see, farewell and everything is well.
Through filth and misunderstanding, can that old heart still try to love?
After walking through evil and sorrow, can that firm heart still melt his lover?