This winter, the promenade is covered with a thick layer of snow, which is as white as the winter in other corners. The courtyard would never be silent. The three women couldn't stop spitting, completely drowning out the sunlight that rarely shone into the dim courtyard, and eventually turned into a noisy despair.
Just like that year, Dongcheng took An Wei's hand, but couldn't utter a word of despair.
We met when we were young. Thank you for accompanying me through the time when I was happy because of your presence. It's just that as we grow up, we can't escape the ending of parting ways.
If you smile at me one more time, I'm willing to swallow up a lot of old times.
My "sorry" was too late after all.
Forgive me for once loving you.