The city in the backlight of late summer is the best healing medicine. People and things are no longer the same, and time has changed beyond recognition.

  He, across from me, held a glass of lemonade, his slightly lowered eyelashes casting a good shadow. (Baidu search gives power to literature network updates the fastest and most stable) + The update speed of romantic content is faster than a rocket, dare you not believe it?

  "I've just realized my mistake, I'm really sorry." He lifted his head, and the sincerity in his eyes was somewhat moving.

  "It's okay, I'm often mistaken for being half-Japanese too."

  "They say the two of you really resemble each other from behind, your figures, clothes and attire are 100% similar."

  His pale and delicate skin was covered with a faint golden light, and the emotions flowing in his eyes were rippling with waves.

  I took a sip of strawberry milkshake and said softly.

  "How's it going with you and her? Has there been any substantial progress?"

  He furrowed his brow and shook his head at the sound.

  "It's been seven and a half months since we broke up, and I haven't contacted him at all."

  "So what do you plan to do?"

  He still loves her as always, and the promise of eternal love is not a momentary impulse of youth.

  Realizing this, I feel a little melancholic. Friends around me come and go, it's rare to see a guy persist like that.

  Moreover, it was under the circumstances where one party was not in a worse position than the other and had previously been at a disadvantage.

  Bitterly smiling, should I be moved by his single-minded seriousness or saddened by his obstinacy.

  "I... really don't want to let go, for more than seven months I've thought about it a lot, naively thinking that I could really put it down."

  Someone once said that time is the best medicine for healing, and indeed, people and things change with the passage of time.

  I thought of using every fleeting second to numb every nerve that loved her, but unexpectedly, I couldn't forget her from start to finish.

  As soon as the Chinese lanterns are lit up, her slightly tired but smiling face always appears before my eyes.

  Whoever moves first will be the loser, I wonder if I should add another sentence

  Only those who can pick up and put down are the ultimate winners.

  I cannot deny that my love for her will not fade with the passage of time, becoming a patchy memory.

  Her words of breaking up became a wound in my heart and mouth that can never be healed.

  I tried to forget her, but time and again, I found myself unable to shake off the memories of her.

  He said a lot in one breath, his tone was light and calm without any ripples, but the emptiness in his eyes was enough to reveal his unbearable sadness.

  "Try again, she has said that you are her dish, add some seasoning and turn up the heat, maybe it will be more delicious."

  "Hmph, you actually dared to say that! I used so many elegant and refined words, but you just destroyed them all with one sentence."

  He smiled slightly, raised an eyebrow, and said with a pretended angry tone.

  "You... look more handsome when you smile, don't always furrow your brow, she also likes sunny boys."

  "What's wrong with you, crying and laughing as if I can just say whatever I want."

  He pouted and said in a somewhat childish tone.

  Looking at him in front of her, who had matured a bit compared to seven months ago, she felt somewhat relieved.

  Emotions hidden beneath an unyielding mask still hold a heart that remains youthful and clear.

  "Yes, crying and laughing are things we can do freely."

  All we've tasted is just a part of the pain of youth that has been tainted, only laughing and saying it doesn't hurt, stubbornly taking big strides forward.

  It won't be affected by being sprayed with salt on its mouth, reality is just that cruel.

  Everyone wears a hypocritical mask to face all sorts of people and things.

  For better survival, this is just a means of self-defense protection for ourselves.

  Childhood innocence and youthful recklessness will eventually be ground down by reality into fine sand scattered all over the place.

  Later on, when we suddenly look back, we will ultimately be smiling with a clear and shallow smile, sincerely letting go of everything.

  "The City in the Backlight of Late Summer"

  Time is the best medicine, things have changed and people are gone, no doubt about this sentence.