Four years ago.
"Can you please not leave me..."
"Are you done crying? I'm going to die when you're done crying."
She pulled out her phone card and threw it into the night.
Four years later.
Her makeup is exquisite and her job is stable.
His eyebrows are sparse, but there is a hint of vicissitudes of life.
"Yu Qingqing, I hate you." Chen Yansang said.
Intention: first love