Yan said to me, Xiaoen, I will treat you well, just hold your hand and keep walking.
Be consumed. Remember. Consumed by memories.
No matter it penetrates bit by bit, it corrodes the muscles and bones. He was still knocked down violently and was unable to fight back.
After all, one person has to bear the responsibility. Not now. It is the last gasp when you are old and dying.
No matter how much you try to escape, you are powerless.
Yan, I want to remember you.