"Sister, the last thing I care about is age."
Yan Zhiyu was sitting at the bar, shaking the half glass of whiskey in his hand, and suddenly remembered what Zhou Wan had said when he was pursuing him.
They were eight years apart, lived together for seven years, and finally separated.
Yan Zhiyu still remembers the night of the showdown. Zhou Wan came home from get off work as usual, cooked, washed dishes, and reminded her to take medicine before going to bed.
Then, when Yan Zhiyu was about to fall asleep, he cried and said to her: "Sister, how about we separate."
The reason is simple, I don't love it anymore, I'm tired of it.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhiyu smiled mockingly, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. She was drunk, holding the empty wine glass, and couldn't help but recall the past seven years with Zhou Wan.
Zhou Wan, if I give you another chance, will you still say, "Sister, the last thing I care about is age."?
Concept: Love will disappear over time