"There is a saying in the world that after all the suffering comes happiness, the suffering will never end, and happiness is the precursor to jumping into another abyss."
Lin Shang thought that maybe he would never forget the boy he met when he was 16 years old. The boy who only had room for her, who would call her little fairy, play with her and go crazy with her, give her kittens, and secretly stand downstairs of her house in the middle of the night carrying a strawberry-flavored cake, waiting for her 17th birthday at 12 o'clock.
When her thoughts came back, Lin Shang remembered many things in the past, good and bad, she had not forgotten any of them.
"Chen Zhouye, will you still remember me?"
If I died that year, would you remember me?
The woman stood alone on the balcony. The night wind was a little cold and it was already autumn. Facing the tall buildings in the distance, Lin Shang laughed at himself and said, "No, you have forgotten it a long time ago."
Intention: Let everything return to its starting point and then go in the direction it should go