"An isolated island cannot forget the first crow that came to inhabit it."
"They are so far away that even meeting each other has become a luxury."
Every step he took was just the trough she had experienced, and every puddle he stepped on was just the river she had waded through.
As long as he followed her step by step, step by step, the gap between them might be only one mountain, but when Chen Ying climbed up the mountain, Cheng Yu was already standing on the next mountain.
He could always only look up at Cheng Yu's forward figure, like looking up at the bright moon among the trees, overlooking it from a height he could never reach.
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