In fact, all stories start from a warm and ordinary place, just like us. Then all the stories come to a dull ending and are forgotten by people, just like us. It's just that only we know all the twists and turns in between...
It's like he picked up the eyebrow pencil and smiled: he still has those curved eyebrows...
It's like Ruo Qian frowned, curled up in my arms, and bit me in small bites...
Just like the clouds, the smiles spread all over the sky and are hard to miss...
Only after we have lost do we know what we have gained~