Pink Three-Piece Suit

1997, Eastern suburbs of Xi'an. With nothing left, I chose to let go in the face of reality. I have covered the wind and waves for her, but in the end I cannot give her the stability of the world. Many years later, I heard that she was getting married in that old clothes, and that the old street had been demolished for 7 million. I finally got through it, but I was no longer qualified to stand by her side. This is probably the biggest mockery of fate - I lost that girl and the only preference in my life.