Life was ordinary, but a familiar stranger broke into his life, and he was caught off guard.
She stayed in Huadu. An empty house with furnishings from twenty years ago, some changes and sporadic impressions. It was once filled with laughter and playful children who had grown up.
The man returned to Manchester City. The bargaining chip in the gambling game is never the bride beside you, and it doesn't matter if you lose. But in the end, she lost to her, to a stranger hiding in her dream, let's just lose.
He appeared in her world inexplicably, and his identity as a stranger was as clean as a piece of white paper, hiding all the sweetness and pain.
Maybe I will never wake up from that dream, maybe I will wake up tomorrow.
Intention: Love is a slow flow, and it is also letting go.