It's night.
Drowsy.
The surrounding scenery was blurry, and only the young man's handsomeness was clearly visible.
He said: "Hey! Long time no see." He still looked cheerful and sunny in his memory.
Just when she wanted to touch it, the picture in front of her suddenly disappeared.
She began to cry, heart-wrenchingly.
A hand touched her shoulder, so intimately.
It was gentle. He brushed away her tears with pity and coaxed in a low voice: "Azhi, stop crying. It's my fault."
Mission: Persistence is victory