But the cold wind will always pierce my bones. An ending without a sound is like the No. 117 Bus without an encounter.
"Su Chen, it's better to forget about me. After all, I am a pawn in your lies. I have been ruled out, so I shouldn't have a name."
"Xi Yunsheng, when will you hear it? There are too many doubts in the black cat's eyes. I have given up on letting you firmly believe again."
Intention: In fact, being powerless is also a kind of loving you