It was raining outside, and Song Huaiyuan was walking on the way home. The hot breath mixed with water droplets behind her hit the back of Song Huaiyuan's neck. It was very itchy. Girls are greedy. Even though it is happening, they hope for more and more walks. Young man. He walked slowly behind Song Huaiyuan with a steady pace. He held the girl's wrist with his right hand and whispered her thoughts. The girl endured the pain. The grinding temperature came from her wrist. She turned her head. The boy's eyes were particularly clear in the drizzle. There was an ambiguous atmosphere in the shadow. Song Huaiyuan made a gesture and punched the young man on the shoulder. "It hurts, okay?" Song Huaiyuan's cold voice was mixed in the rain, and the last word was dragged out in a long sound, which sounded a bit coquettish. The young man looked at it, and the corner of his mouth She smiled and said, "My fault." The girl turned her head and said, "I forgive you." The two figures were blurred in the rain. The girl was sitting in front of the window sill, with red eyes. Chen Yici had walked this road with her 71 times, but this time he broke his promise.
"You are a beam of light in the fog, a long and narrow thunderbolt in the sultry summer night. You stop in my sky, but disappear into the vast sea of people when the fog lifts."
"The doubtful stars are fire, the doubtful sun moves westward, the doubtful truth does not exist, but my love is not doubtful"
Song Huaiyuan, it's enough that I love you, I don't want you to remember me.
Purpose: redemption