At the age of 18, Qin Chuansu held Wen Tingyan's hand and said, give him a little more time to become stable.
23 Years old, at the entrance of a convenience store in winter, Wen Tingyan was wiping the foggy glass, and a familiar figure was reflected on it. She deliberately tightened the handkerchief and felt it was covered by another big warm hand.
The young man who arrogantly clamored to be fearless in life and death was willing to curb his sharp edge and obey his father's boring arrangement of going abroad.
The gentle and intelligent girl waited for five years, wasting time, just waiting for his return.
Wen Tingyan touched Qin Chuansu's hand and said that the morning sun Qin Chuansu saw on the day he left the country was still shining with unparalleled light.
She said the morning sun is still there
She said, I love you, still
Intention: Nothing will be lost by waiting