She was his childhood sweetheart, his childhood sweetheart, and his secret love. He was her sweetheart after a long drought, the gentle and warm wine. All the stories began with a reunion after a long separation, and the end of everything seemed to have been destined from the moment of the reunion. Their impulse, sweetness, entanglement, sorrow and sorrow seem to only occur in the small world of the two of them, but they also seem to be repeating the same mistakes over and over again among thousands of urban men and women. Are they your stories? Please taste it carefully in this cup of bitter wine brewed by words, and find the answer deep in your heart.
