They call memories not the past, but the distance.
Luo Yan said, it is a place where we have all been here before but now we are looking at each other from afar.
In the distance, there are stories that the four of them have buried in their hearts for many years but can only miss deeply.
Just like yesterday, Xiao Chengnan smiled at Luo Yan by the fountain, and then let her sink for seven years. Taking a step back, she found another pair of hands behind her that warmed her wounded heart, so she chose to settle into the distance.
It seems like that day, the stubborn Luo Chenyu silently watched the imprisoned Mo Ran playing the piano in tears from the window. They were so close yet so far away, looking at each other bitterly, so they all chose to give up on the distance.
Only those who have fallen in love are called lovers, those who have fallen in love are called lovers, and those who have known each other are called lovers.
They just know each other from a distance. . . . . .
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