The transparent youth and rose-red palms are swaying with waves. The red eyes merged with the last ray of darkness in the sunlight, and even disappeared. The memory of the boy who loved her the most was her final punishment for leaving him.
Lin Zinan thought their meeting was by chance, but in fact they had known each other before that.
He was sometimes affectionate and sometimes indifferent to her; sometimes he was protective of her and sometimes he was unscrupulous.
Yes, some love has already sprouted, and some love is destined to be inevitable; if she disagrees, he will not give up; the beginning of the entanglement, the process of the entanglement
In the thin line between life and death, he loved her with his life, so he no longer refused an emotion called reborn love.
However, when the same face buried deeply in the memory appears again, when it is discovered that the accident is no longer an accident, and when it is understood that the current love is actually based on an unknowable provocation, entangled together, and entangled apart.
Nie Zehang, why did you choose to remain silent when I wanted to trust you? Why did I choose to hurt you when I wanted to try my best to love you?
Love and space are not found in time.
Who is one step later than whom? Who designed life to be a dead game?