If there are two people at the traffic light at the end of the sidewalk.
Wearing the same school uniform, the same shoes, and riding the same bicycle...
Does it have to be us?
Will there still be us?
Jiang Yixu smiled, and the pen in his hand quickly sketched two figures.
No matter the scene changes, or things change, you are still in my heart.
I am me and you.
We are still the two of us.
Lin Zhiyuan and Jiang Yixu will never be separated again in this life.
Intention: If someone still remembers you, you are still here. I am here, you are here. I am me and you. The two of us, the two of us. Together forever.