When they were young, the agreement between the two teenagers under the peach tree was gradually forgotten as time went by. When it was mentioned, things had changed.
He thought that if they had not met, the memories of the years would not have become an excuse for tears, the quiet world would not have become a reason for loneliness, and the dream would not have left the pain of longing at night.
There was so much love in the past, so much hate now.
Zhao Su was in a daze. He felt that love might last forever, but he just couldn't ask for it.
In another building
Chu Xiaohan drank alone and muttered: "Zizhan, can you please pay attention to me? Please."
Intention: In this life, you are me, the confidante who has been forgotten for thousands of years. You are me, stained by the world of mortals, and scattered by sad thoughts. The origin is gone, and we pass each other by. Whoever fell in love with my city, whose heart I betrayed, from then on, that face was forgotten to the end of the world, and we never looked at each other. If you miss a season, that is the time when the flowers fall. The body is red, the skirts are fluttering, and the tender sleeves are thrown out, as if the past of a thousand years is thrown away.
