Zhong Yi raised her head and looked at the blue sky. The moist air after the rain poured into her nose. The breeze blew her hair. The sun was a little dazzling, so she lowered her head again.
"Time flies by so fast."
Jiang Yin stood beside her and did not answer this sentence.
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
Jiang Yin opened his mouth, but in the end remained silent, only sighing. Zhong Yi stood up from the bench, leaving only a silhouette, with slightly curly long hair scattered on his back, and the corners of his black coat blown by the wind. This was Jiang Yin's last impression of Zhong Yi. He thought that this should be their last meeting.
Concept: People and loneliness are always companions