The story between Yan Xu and me is like the gardenia on the balcony that withered before it bloomed.
Yan Xu is always very slow, and she could not detect my love at first. Later, when she understood my pain and tried to save me from the fire and water, my soul had already rotted.
Yan Xu came too late. Even love can't keep me late.
Purpose: Being understood is the foundation of happiness