Looking at Ning Jin's determined expression under the shadow of candlelight, Liu Zhixu was a little lost. She knew they would walk on the same path she had walked before, but she couldn't say a word of advice. Even if they were romantically involved, even if two people were dependent on each other, some things could never be overcome. Decades of time had passed, and the willow branches in that blooming season had already reached autumn. Even if the lovers finally reunited, there would only be one vicissitudes of life and two sighs left.