The distance from Nancheng to Beicheng is only a two-hour flight, but Cheng Yuan always says that the road is really long. No one knows whether it is really the long road or the distance between them.
Lu Yan can tolerate everything Cheng Yuan does, for no reason, just because she is Cheng Yuan.
"Lu Yan, you have to be nice and don't do anything you regret."
"Yuan Yuan, you are no longer here, this is what I regret most."
Lu Yan didn't feel that the fourteen years of waiting was long, let alone the three years.
Intention: Youth, waiting