"Maybe one day I won't be the same as you remember me. Will you not recognize me?"
"Maybe you meet someone better than me."
"Maybe, maybe a long, long time later, I haven't shown up, will you give up?"
"Maybe..."
He turned around slowly, holding the diary in his hand. Before she could react, he fell into a warm embrace, accompanied by a faint smell of Chinese medicine, which warmed the internal organs like hot soup.
My world is warm because of you.
Because of you, the ice is biting