"Xu Miaomiao, happy birthday."
This was a nickname that Chen Zhiyuan only knew. Xu Jianglin's eyes turned red as he looked at the text message sent from an unknown number.
After being separated for a thousand days, the two people seemed to have different skies before their eyes. Xu Jianglin did not let go of his memories, but chose to let himself go. It took a long, long time for Chen Zhiyuan to realize that no one was better than Xu Jianglin, but he had already missed it.
"Chen Zhiyuan, no one said that a long time together must be worth remembering, and no one said that a short time together is not worth mentioning."
Thank you for teaching me to grow up in a very cruel way. I don't want to meet you again.
Intention: Encounters and misses are all for the sake of moving towards a better ending.