"There were Zhou Yu and Xiao Qiao in the Three Kingdoms, and now there are you and me." "But Zhou Lang died young, so what about love?" "We will not be them."
A long, long time later, when Ai Heng thought about this conversation, he would still shed tears: We did not become them, not because of life or death, but because of love and hate. As for Bai Zhou... She hadn't seen Bai Zhou for a long time. She thought that the boat kept stopping beside the algae and moored on the willow bank.
Purpose: Most love in childhood will become regrets, but it does not mean that we will stop moving forward.