Perhaps, in everyone's heart, there should be someone like that. No longer intersecting, yet never forgotten.
Because some memories have become a part of one's body. Maybe those things represent pure youth.
And now, as she looks at the man in front of her, she cannot find Nan Mo's resemblance in him.
It seems as if the person lying before her is not the one in her memories, but another person.
Xiaonuan feels her nose increasingly tingling, and just as she turns to head toward the door, suddenly, behind her, a familiar voice rings out.
"Xiaonuan... is that you?"
Xia Xiaonuan's body instantly stiffens.
She remains silent, just somewhat woodenly turning to look at the man on the bed.
He slightly parts his lips, corners of his mouth seemingly curving into a faint smile.
"You still came to see me, I knew you would definitely come."
Tears fall from her eyes onto the floor, and she holds her breath.
