They were once so far, yet so close, and missed each other again and again.
After searching and searching, going around and around, finally on an autumn afternoon, I returned to the beautiful starting point. Even the sunshine exuded the smell of happiness.
After going through the pains of growing up, she is no longer as indifferent as she was when she first entered the White Tower.
She was grateful for the hurts and lies that made her see the truth about fame and fortune;
I am also grateful to the three completely different men who made her sad, made her warm, and made her believe that love really exists.
When she faced the past calmly and wanted to start over, she could easily sigh in front of the station of life: Fortunately, you are still here.