Does the ending of a story matter?
Does it not matter?
Who can say?
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Xiao Yu didn't want to end up like a scentless cuckoo, so when she left, she didn't look back.
Jiang Li never imagined that one day she would be discarded like a doll.
Because she was older and more mature, Xiao Yu thought ten steps ahead with every step she took. She had considered so many ways out, but never imagined that Jiang Li would be brave enough, that Jiang Li wouldn't fear the gossip, that Jiang Li would be willing to stand in front of her for the rest of her life.
When Xiao Yu was twenty-six, Jiang Li was eighteen.
One was at an age when courage had run dry; the other was young and full of life.
[I'll play you one last piano piece. From now on, we're strangers.]
Theme: It's painful precisely because neither of us did anything wrong.
