After that summer, Tang Chu went abroad.

　　Jiang Yu started working at the company.

　　Zhou Wei also got into university.

　　Everyone is moving forward.

　　Only I, remain in the devastated world of being eighteen.

　　I can smell the rotting odor on myself, intensifying since that night.

　　On the day Zhou Wei started school, I saw her off.

　　She had red eyes at the airport, but didn't shed tears.

　　She held me in her arms and called my name over and over again.

　　Finally, she whispered in my ear.

　　"Ah Zhe." "If you can't bear it, just forget it." Actually, she knows.

　　She knows every scar carved into my body.

　　She knows how I struggle in the quagmire day after day.

　　She knows every moment of my emotional collapse, and I can only alleviate the pain through self-destruction.

　　I hugged her.