Lingjiu looked at the people in the memoirs and smiled softly:
At that time, I didn't understand what love was, I didn't understand what pain was, and I didn't understand loss and cherishing;
At that time, trying your best was just what you wanted in the future, just to live up to your youth and frivolity, just to live a new self;
No matter what the process is, it will be so beautiful when you recall it in the future. Even if you win or lose, it doesn't matter.
Sanqi stood at the door of the ward, looking at Lingjiu intently, sighing, pressing her chest with her right hand, slowly raising her head and showing an extremely satisfied smile:
Maybe we were very close at that time,
Maybe we were far apart at that time,
Maybe, the real loser is me...