Angel, Don't Cry

Meeting old friends again after many years reminded me of many indelible memories. People always think that memories can disappear, but in fact, all traces of the journey remain as imprints. When we were young, we were free and willful, loving, hating, being happy and crying simply and passionately. At that time, Xia Chen was still a beautiful young man with a gentle smile. At that time, Mo Beiling was still the young master of the Rosemary family who lacked for everything. At that time, Yang Sijia was still a simple and innocent little princess. At that time, I was as ordinary as an ugly duckling. Later, we got lost in the process of growing up, stopped and walked, reunited again, and looked back, and the beautiful and youthful time at the beginning was no longer the same. Many years later, our stories and lives continue, but where will our intersecting trajectories go?