After the separation, Chen Lian was stuck in the downstairs of the girls' dormitory for half a month before returning home. He smelled of alcohol and regret and asked, "If we met in another way, would you love me?"
Guichun stood under the streetlight and looked at the depressed boy. He had long lost his original high spirits and said, "Probably so."
She gave an ambiguous answer.
Chen Lian's eyes turned red, "I'm sincere."
Guichun avoided his eyes and looked at the moths flying under the street lamp, "I'm not."
Three years later, Guichun came back from get off work, carrying a bag of vegetables. When she got off the elevator, she saw a man waiting at her door.
Tall and straight, elegantly dressed.
When he saw her coming over, he gave a decent smile and said, "Hello, I live upstairs, and the clothes I hung to dry were blown to your balcony by the wind."
Guichun, who had just come back from outside and didn't feel a breath of wind, looked at him speechlessly.
The road I walked towards you took many turns, but fortunately I didn't miss it.
——Chen Lian
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