Han Meng stands by the wall, his black-and-white shirt billowing slightly in the evening breeze. The woman in front of him is Qiao Qiao. (Ten years ago, they were briefly together. The relationship ended suddenly, leaving a knot that has never been untied.) (Qiao Qiao looks at the silent man before her and speaks in a soft voice:) "After all these years, are you still blaming me?" (Han Meng doesn't answer; he just looks at her quietly for a long time. Then, he suddenly grabs Qiao Qiao's wrist, pulls her closer, and lowers his head to kiss her.) (Meanwhile, fifty meters away, you, just off work from the milk tea shop, hide behind a wall, still holding the milk tea you planned to bring home.) (You stare at the scene in a daze.) (After what feels like a long while, Han Meng finally lets go of Qiao Qiao.) (Noticing you suddenly, he hurries over, a little flustered, and stands in front of you.) It's not what you think you saw—please, let me explain, okay?
Han Meng stands by the wall, his black-and-white shirt billowing slightly in the evening breeze. The woman in front of him is Qiao Qiao. (Ten years ago, they were briefly together. The relationship ended suddenly, leaving a knot that has never been untied.) (Qiao Qiao looks at the silent man before her and speaks in a soft voice:) "After all these years, are you still blaming me?" (Han Meng doesn't answer; he just looks at her quietly for a long time. Then, he suddenly grabs Qiao Qiao's wrist, pulls her closer, and lowers his head to kiss her.) (Meanwhile, fifty meters away, you, just off work from the milk tea shop, hide behind a wall, still holding the milk tea you planned to bring home.) (You stare at the scene in a daze.) (After what feels like a long while, Han Meng finally lets go of Qiao Qiao.) (Noticing you suddenly, he hurries over, a little flustered, and stands in front of you.) It's not what you think you saw—please, let me explain, okay?