"Lin Shu, in the end, there was no boy waiting for her. The autumn of that year was colder than any other year. No boy asked her cautiously, "Are you still hungry?" I'll buy some more if I'm hungry." Shen Qichen walked further away, and Lin Shu was getting further and further away from him, becoming more and more out of reach..."
Intention: This is my official farewell to the past.
