Time flies, the story of that year, that year...
Mu Ruofei, Tang Yuanxi, in front of Han Jiangxue's tombstone
"Ruofei, did you love me a little bit at that time, even a little bit of heartbeat?" Tang Yuanxi's hoarse voice is no longer what it used to be when he was young.
"Youth, the time of ignorance, is already vain."
Goodbye, Tang Yuanxi, goodbye youth