Yu Qingxing had had many men, but not Lin Ting. In her eyes, they are the closest people, but they cannot have the most intimate relationship in the world.
"You don't have a home, and coincidentally, neither do I." He answered frankly.
"It's up to you, come with me."
She didn't know whether this was right or wrong, but she needed someone to heal the devastation in her heart, and he was just the thing.
"Thank you for traveling thousands of miles to see me off." Her smile was bright and dazzling.
"I'm sorry I can't send it far away," he muttered to himself, looking at the black and white photo above.
Time passed and he was still the only one left.
Intention: Regrets are easy to hide, and people's hearts are hard to calm down.