Ning Youguang was silent, "Things that don't happen to you, that's why you can laugh so happily."
"I wish it happened to me, alas, I have no fate with trending topics!" The senior sister, having finished her bun, was drinking soy milk again.
"We are trending topic insulators!"
The other senior brothers and sisters also said.
"Sorry Little Ning, we really can't empathize with you."
"...As long as you're happy."
...
In the VIP lounge of the Beijing airport.
Ning Youguang gently leaned on Shi Wangyue's shoulder, looking at the silk-like curtain of rain outside, listening to the pattering sound of the rain, she couldn't help but sigh, "So fast, it's Qingming Festival again."
"Time doesn't care about human chaos; it only follows its own pace." Shi Wangyue intertwined his fingers with hers.
"Time flows like water, everything fades away in illusions." On this rainy day, Ning Youguang's voice was so light it seemed ethereal, "We are all part of it."
