I choose you spring, summer, autumn and winter
please don't leave me
"Only now do I realize that the highest level of love is heartache."
"Just pretend that we have never met, okay?
Chang Siyuan could only hear the scratching sound of pen on the scratch paper, she could not hear anything, and his appearance and voice had long been forgotten.
Chang Siyuan scribbled on the draft paper: Tell me, can people who spend so much time killing their memories really stand up to meeting each other?
When Chang Siyuan left, she didn't even look at Yu Miao. After this autumn, this figure from behind will be the last time Yu Miao sees her.
Purpose: live a good life
