Some people say that one glance lasts for ten thousand years, and some say that one moment of fate lasts forever.
Some people have been wandering between the two for many years.
Ye Jiazhou clenched the guitar in her hand, gently brushed off the dust, and gently plucked the strings. The sound seemed to take her back to her eighteenth year. The boy who was eighteen years old had become more and more mature. Now he stood in front of her, and the kind words in his tone hurt her heart.
It was she who rejected He Muzhi's love at the beginning, and it was she who searched for light in the five years of illness.
Then, I was favored by God again.
Love is a long-lasting chemotherapy. Healing away the pain of the past, but there are still wounds.
But it was precisely because of love that He Muzhi once again used his warm embrace to accept and caress the scars in Ye Jiazhou's heart without reservation on the snowy night, and also reconciled with the insurmountable gap in his heart.
Because.
Love is the medicine for all diseases.
Take advantage of your youth, take advantage of the snowflakes fluttering under the street lights, take advantage of the promise of growing old together, and take advantage of the smile of your lover in front of you.
While everything is just right.
Love, even if it hurts, it should be done as soon as possible.
Purpose: No matter what, believe in the power of life and the greatness of love