Yang Bining packed up the last suitcase, threw it to Song Shuran, and told him: "Bridges lead to bridges, roads lead to roads, you go find your own way."
Three years later, Song Shuran appeared at the door of Yang Bining's house wrapped in a thin windbreaker. With drooping cat ears and wet eyes, she squeezed out a flattering smile and asked, "Am I not your kitten?"
Intention: If you never forget it, there will be a response