That year, I met that person. He is like a peach blossom fairy, and he is naturally handsome. The yellow sand of the desert, the small bridges and flowing water, that year, he only wanted to join hands with him to the end of the world, but only in the end. He rules the world, and he wanders around the world, becoming a stranger. I thought this was the end of the story, but I didn't expect that after more than ten years, I would end up back where I started. He is a disaster that he cannot throw away, let go, or forget. Perhaps this is the final answer to the story.