Xu En was 18 years old that year, and Lin Zhihang was also 18. We got to know each other, fell in love with each other, and eventually got together and got married. However, our seven-year story ended with regret. It was also an afternoon, and the sun was about to set. Xu En's face was pale, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. She was lying on the hospital bed. She would never be eighteen again, and she would never find the eighteen-year-old Lin Zhihang again.
When her life came to an end, she passed away peacefully. In his arms.
Intention: As long as people are here, water will always flow, and this feeling will never end