When Gu Meng saw Fan Jingping again, he suddenly felt that the past years were like clouds and mist in his memory. Only the throbbing of a certain time in a certain year was still clearly visible, as if it had sneaked into the depths of his soul, like a manhole cover covered with moss, with undercurrents surging underneath during heavy rain.
Intention: Learn to be an enemy during the day, dream about falling in love at night