Her name is Qing Ning, Qing Ning's Qing, Qing Ning's Ning.
She was originally a young woman who went to work every day without any desires or demands. She also thought that she would live an ordinary and uneventful life like this.
But one day, she met someone.
The man was walking on the street against the setting sun, walking in front of her. Qing Ning walked behind him and looked at him, as if she had known him for many years.
If nothing unexpected happens later, maybe they will be together.
But for me, the accident happened earlier.
"Qing Ning, have you ever liked me?" Jane asked Qing Ning, putting her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker, asking her as naturally as talking to an old friend.
Qing Ning leaned against the gable wall to bask in the sun, closing her eyes as if she had fallen asleep, and ultimately did not answer his words.
Intention: Liking someone is, in the final analysis, a person's business. If you really like someone, you should know that sometimes, letting go in time is the only way to truly like someone.