"We once thought that the love of youth was like a prairie fire, burning away all obstacles. Later we realized that it was just a weak candlelight held against the wind, easily extinguished by the heavy rain of reality. No matter how hot the flame is, after it burns out, only cold ashes are left, and when the wind blows, they are scattered to the ends of their respective horizons. Jiang Yan, Xie Chen... These two The names that were once engraved in each other's flesh and blood have finally become the reverberations trapped in the old time that can no longer be touched. The rest of their lives are long, and they will chew the eternal taste called 'regret' alone in the years without each other. The long river of time is endless, and they are forever trapped on the other side of the bank. "
Intention: growth