Jiangbei Si Lu Nian 2

She was like a gust of wind that suddenly passed through the world, carrying a full coat of light when it came. Her smile could light up the long dark years, but at the most vivid age, she suddenly stopped at the fork of time. Many years after she left, some people hid her name in wine and only dared to call her out softly when they were drunk; some locked her old things in the bottom of a box and shed tears just by stroking the corners of her clothes; some guarded her unfinished words and lived the rest of their lives as a long memory. She failed to accompany them until the spring flowers bloomed again and the winter snow melted, but she became the softest thorn in everyone's heart - a pain that they dare not touch when they dream back at midnight, and a mark that will never go away, engraved with her appearance, year after year.