When she stepped into City A again, she still couldn't help but feel a faint ache in her heart.
She approached a textile company two hundred meters away from the subway entrance.
I saw decoration workers taking down the company's sign. The blue sign looked very fragile and was tottering. In a trance, all those memories that had been wasted by time for nine years emerged at this moment.
True stories all have prototypes.
Concept: love and youth