Probably in this world, all those who love each other say forever, but they don't know how long or short it is. Luo Yin doesn't know, and no one knows. Luo Yin doesn't know, and no one knows. How far is the distance, how near is close, Luo Yin doesn't know, and no one knows.
Luo Yin never believed that time and distance brought happiness, and most of what they brought was gradual forgetfulness. Perhaps time and distance are like quicksand in the palm of your hand, constantly flowing down the fingertips, turning into nothingness bit by bit, and blowing many oaths in the wind, never stopping. Perhaps only the subtle traces in the palm prove that it or they have been here before.
I'm counting on you. The male protagonist is so shameless. I don't want to fall in love, I don't want to. This is how the heroine refused, but it didn't work.
Intention: Everyone has a dream, small, and something that can make them secretly happy. If time could come again, perhaps many of us would still make the same choice.