In the afterglow of the setting sun, the cemetery seemed quiet and solemn. Bifei stood in front of a tombstone for a long time. She stared at the yellowed photo on the tombstone. The man in the photo was noble and handsome, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised in a mocking arc. She closed her eyes and let the dull pain flow through her heart, and a gentle call seemed to come from her ears.
"Bifei, Bifei..." Who was calling her? Who is it?
"Bifei..."
Two different voices intertwined in her ears, with the same tenderness and love, and she couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Sorry, Yuran, sorry...
Sorry, Makino, sorry...
Concept: Love actually has many forms