I often think that if I had not met Jiang Yiyu when I was a child, I would have had fewer lonely and cold nights. But when I met, I met. There are so many different kinds of people in this world. Why do I only like him? I struggled, regretted, sad, and didn't know how to look back. Later, I thought, I will be happy, excited, and excited every day. In every struggling memory, I will say, I will like him again. In the subtle light, I actually longed for a hint of warmth.