Xu Qingru sometimes couldn't help but wonder, if she hadn't gone to that bar called Memorial Day with Xia Zhitao and Cheng Yuan that day, if she hadn't gotten drunk after a few glasses of wine, and if Taozi hadn't gone back to ask for her contact information, what would have happened later.
Maybe her life will go in a completely different direction.
Do you regret it?
In fact, I can't say I regret it, after all, the choice is my own. Those red-faced quarrels are real, and so are the joys blowing with the sea breeze on summer nights.
Intention: When you wake up after a landslide, the stars are still there.