On the flight back from Paris, He Yu felt as if he was floating in the air. Looking back on the three months in Paris, it was like a dream, just like the kind she had occasionally had in the past. But now she had to face reality, this black hole, the black hole in her heart, and she was still hesitating at the entrance. As soon as they said goodbye to the airport, she had to admit that she was not determined enough. It was hard to tell how much determination and courage she had, and whether she would repeat the same mistakes she made more than ten years ago. She was not sure about herself.
Purpose: I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and drink it with me, but it turned out not to be the case. I was a young man traveling.