Just Like When We First Met

After many years, I still remember that it was the Qingming Festival, and in the drizzle, the figure was alone, giving people a feeling of loneliness. When dreaming back at midnight, Liu Xiang always felt that it was him sighing softly in his ear, "I thought I was different in your heart, but it was me who thought I was right after all..." That sigh was as cold and cold as mist and rain in April, and it chilled Liu Xiang to his bones.