I was once a ignorant child, but at the age of five, I understood what separation meant, first to my mother, then to the person I loved most, and then...
Nothing is left.
"There's nothing left..."
"Fake... Real... Can't tell the difference."
I no longer think about which ones are true and which ones are false.
"Qingchen, I'm waiting for you."
The moment he looked back, the corners of his eyes were already red. This was the first time he cried since he was five years old...
"Don't be too tired."
He lowered his eyes and just responded coldly, "Yeah."
Compared with before, it's really... So different.
How have you spent these nine years?
This sentence was never asked.
"Dream."
He was stunned for a moment and asked: "What?"
"Nine years, two years of sleeping, and seven years of being busy."
Two years? What dream? Two years of dreaming?
"In high school." He looked at him, replied, and left another sentence.
"Don't read it."
Original author: Jiuchen
Purpose: No abuse.