One night, people at the table were laughing and joking, competing to order countless songs. Mo Yin quietly watched these children playing around, still thinking about Fu Haowen. She just caught a glimpse of the white hair on his temples and couldn't help but sigh. The only fair thing about God is that no one can escape the traces of time. When I first entered college, I always felt that graduation was far away, and I didn't want to accidentally graduate ten years ago.