In Yongcheng, a city where July is hot, hot pot nights are always bustling with people. Youth flows by like water while drinking and drinking, and the cheerful young people seem to never have to worry about the future.
Xu Yu finally tasted the feeling of being so close but seemingly far apart. The Fang Miaomiao in front of him returned to his original peaceful and beautiful appearance, as if she was not the one who was hysterical about him in the past. After the tide receded, there were no bones left, all eroded by the years.
When the camera turned, the Yong River calmly glowed with the lights of the city. The soot between Miaomiao's fingers was blown away by the wind, and was instantly submerged in the silent night. Just like their past, it disappeared without a trace.