The night is thick, and you are the entire starry sky.
When Song Xinwan met Song Zhao for the first time, he was a piece of sugar in her heart, someone who would secretly smile sweetly just remembering him. And the entire No. 3 Middle School knew that Song Xinwan from Class 8 was chasing Song Zhao from Class 6.
Six years later, downstairs in a dilapidated residential building, dim light separated the two people. The cigarette in their hands went out and burned again, and then went out again. He stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and his tone was dejected, almost begging: "Song Xinwan, why don't you think I'm chasing you?"
But she took a step back, unusually sober: "Song Zhao, wait until you truly understand me before you love me."
"We are all like the late dynasty, piercing the desolate soul, looking for the hymn of life."
Intention: In this world, there are always people who come to see you with full of love.