"No one can protect you forever. What I hope is that you can protect yourself." Qinghe's eyes are getting darker and darker, and the black pupils are no longer breathtaking, but slightly broken. His voice was low but no longer had the same feeling as before, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant. His cyan clothes were blown up by the wind, and his red hairband was tied tightly, just like before. But there are so many things, everything has changed overnight. Wen Ge's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she was crying, but there was no sound. She held the hairpin tightly in her hand and slowly put it into her hair, "Master, I remember, if one day" "There is no such day, the past and the past are all in the past." Qinghe interrupted her and slowly walked past her until she disappeared. Wenger finally refused to give up, broke down and cried. What she didn't know was that when the young man in green shirt walked past her, he took away a few strands of her black hair and put it on his heart, tears falling on his heart.