Just know that I'll always be behind you.
Before I turned eighteen, all I wanted was to take the eighteen-year-old version of him away.
Was he in the wrong? Maybe it would be enough to quietly stay by her side.
Loving him became a habit. Even covered in wounds, I still couldn't forget anything about him.
I loved you for seven years, but it still couldn't compare to her saying, "Xia An, I'm sorry."
When he was nineteen, it seemed like every color had faded. The white roses he loved withered, and he left.
Xia An, wait for me, okay?
Do you believe in being reborn or miracles?
She saw him. His smile was still as beautiful as ever.
Theme: The price of growing up is pain
