The United States and China are two different worlds. These 12 years seem like two lifetimes have passed. You can't look back, you can't cry, you can only keep moving forward.
After getting off the plane, the sunshine in California was bright and the heavy rain in Beijing was majestic. When Li Nan heard the familiar Chinese, she had mixed feelings in her heart: What did those things in the past... Count? It is like a mysterious force that supports me, taking the past love and hate, the current entanglement, and loving and hating again.
I suddenly matured - without experiencing all kinds of losses and being bruised and bruised, I learned not to appreciate life. Or are there parallel worlds, quantum entanglement? I can travel freely between my past and present, life after life...
Intention: To write to the lost love and the love that never leaves, to the destiny