The original work - Xiao Nanfeng - has an extra chapter.

Highlights:

Zhou Luo once thought he would die.Watching Nanya's car go away, his heart broke. He fell down and saw that the mountains were still so green and the sky was still so blue.

When he was awake, he smelled the smell of disinfectant and knew that he was in the hospital. He opened his eyes, hoping to see Nanya's face, even if it was cold and unfeeling.

But no, many people gathered around the bed, except Nanya.

For the next eight years, she never appeared again, as if she had never existed.There are no more cheongsam shops in Qingshui Town.The original store was soon replaced by a stationery store.

Zhou's father and mother asked their relatives, the driver and Chen Jun not to tell anything about Zhou Luo and Nanya. They couldn't afford to lose that person, and they were even more afraid that Zhou Luo would be suspected of perjury.

No one had the heart to hurt the boy again, and the secret was well kept.After Nanya disappeared, rumors spread in the town again, saying that she ran away with the rich people outside.But gradually within a few months, no one mentioned her.

Zhou Luo never returned to Qingshui Town again. He couldn't stand the loneliness of being in a tomb. It was like he was an alien, staying in such a familiar place, with her shadow everywhere, but no one mentioned her again..No one.

Only he is still guarding the town that has not changed at all, sealed in his memory.

Things change and people change. What a cruel word.

Everything from that time is still there, only she is gone.

For so many years, he always thought about that empty house.She was so determined, and there was no news at all. He thought of going crazy and hating him, but he was probably not that important to her, so she left without hesitation and never looked back.

He thought many times why she left.He thought about many reasons, maybe because the final exposure to her made her lose her sense of security, maybe it was because Lin Guixiang's accusation made her feel ashamed.

Or maybe she just doesn't believe that he will always love her. She just thinks that his love for her is an illusion and a misunderstanding as adults say.That's why she ran away to verify it.

But he proved it, and he proved it for eight years, but she didn't come back to accept the results.

Has she forgotten him?

How could this be?

You asked such difficult questions, but you didn't come back to give me marks, but I was still doing the questions seriously and sitting in the examination room waiting for you.

During her absence, he lived alone the life he had promised her.Study day and night and enrich yourself.As soon as I entered college, I interned with my senior fellow students in their start-up company. In my junior year, I started working on my own, but I didn't fall behind in my studies.

He grew from boy to man at the speed of light.

In eight years, he reached a peak that his peers might not have been able to reach in eighteen years.He thought that he was not twenty-five now, he should be thirty-five.The sophistication and success of thirty-five years old, the wealth and maturity of thirty-five years old, the silence and vicissitudes of thirty-five years old.

Still have the sanity and composure of a thirty-five year old.When he grew up, he thought clearly. At that time, he was too young and immature, too impulsive and blind, too simple and idealistic, and he was indeed not a good person to rely on.If they are tied together with enthusiasm, they may get a bloody head.

But things are different now. He is no longer the energetic young man he was back then, but she doesn't come back to him either.

Are you afraid that he will be too disappointing and ruin the memories?But he didn't.

He didn't lie. Others lived for one year, but he lived for three years.He did it all.

But she never came back to check and accept it.

During so many painful nights, he often looked at the ceiling and read to himself the poem he had read to her when he begged her to make peace, - Something Depressing -.

The most depressing thing is not that the novel I want to read is not translated into my native language, it’s not that I don’t get beer on a hot day, or that my friend’s coffee doesn’t taste good, but—

Not dead in the summer, when everything is bright and the shovel digs easily.

Why is it the most depressing? Because those are all human affairs and only one of them is God's will.

It’s God’s will that you can’t undo despite everything you’ve done.