It's Not Too Late to Sing South

In the midsummer afternoon, Nan Ge dreamed of the past again. In the bright and white study room, the young man Xie Weichi lay on the desk, reading impatiently. She walked over and sat next to him, and he looked at her sideways, and the next second he pushed the book in front of her. She read it carefully, but he had no intention of learning, and stretched out his hand to pull her hair. When she didn't move away, he smiled childishly. The scene suddenly changed, and the past quickly replayed in Nan Ge's mind. Nan Ge saw that the young man's elegant and handsome face gradually became cold and hard, and suddenly turned into a cold and noble adult. Later, the young man on Qinghe Street no longer smiled at her, and no longer looked at her with persistent and passionate eyes. He pushed her into a desperate situation step by step with just a look on her face. The company went bankrupt, her brother died tragically, her mother left, and she was struggling in a foreign country... It's not too late to thank you. After seven years of separation, you are still safe.