Unconsciously, we are getting old, and youth has finally abandoned us all.
Those who once appeared in the best times, what happened, can only leave the mottled marks of time like the old city walls.
Yan Qingtong: Lu Zheng, thank you for letting me meet you when I was 17 that summer. If there really is a next life, can I wait for you in advance?
Lu Zheng: Yan Qingtong, I can't stay with you for too long in this life, so I'll be waiting for you in the next life. Remember to come to me!