It wasn't until he got married that the bomb finally exploded completely.
Now, the past has flowed away like water...
Xing Xiaojiu, now twenty-seven, once again stood at the entrance of the International Cinema City, which had long been rebuilt, trying to locate the long flight of stairs from back then, picturing in her mind the girl with the ponytail, holding her phone to her chest, her heart thumping wildly...
Her lips curved into a beautiful arc.
How silly I was back then!
Eight years is indeed a very long time.
Who would have thought that after eight years, and after missing each other time and again, she and this man would have the chance to watch a movie here again?
Eight years of her solitary wait and infatuation were not in vain, she had waited through eight years of loneliness for their love.
She hadn't given up. He no longer ran away.
It seemed their story had finally settled, but would their days to come be just sweet?
"Xiaojiu—"