Three years.
"Time flies so fast." Xiyan murmured to herself.
Someone once told her that if she cannot accept sadness, leave it to time. Time will collect this emotion, pass through the annual rings of fate, and bring it into the sunshine.
However, despite the passage of time and the changes in the world, why has the pain deep in my heart never diminished by half?
Now, even the person who said this sentence has disappeared from his life.
The midsummer breeze blows against my face with sultry heat and humidity, blowing away the sad memories, leaving only a blank. The dazzling light passed through the mottled leaves and fell on Xi Yan's face. She thought that in these endless years, maybe she was lonely after all. A weak love is always destined to not have too much warmth. The more you long to hold on tightly, the further away you will be...