In the early morning of March, some weak cool breeze blew gently. Qi Rui lit a cigarette and thought of last night's dream and the person who appeared in the dream. He couldn't remember it clearly. He really couldn't remember it. There was only a vague outline.
Ten years have passed and things have changed. What does the person in the dream look like now? I can't remember it at all, but why does my heart hurt so much when I think about it?
Han Xiao was the thorn in Qi Rui's heart in the past ten years, and the person who took away Qi Rui's first kiss and first night.
But, will the story continue?
Intention: Some people, once lost, can never be found again.