Much later, Jiang Hua slowly woke up from her dream. It was already dusk when she woke up. The room was dim, and the surrounding light was pale yellow. Looking at the quiet environment around her, she wondered if Gu Yiming had really been there, or if it was all just a dream.

"What is this?" As she stood up, her hand touched a piece of paper. She picked it up with some curiosity and was quite startled when she opened it. It wasn't a dream after all; Gu Yiming had really come. She didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

The note contained an address and a message instructing Jiang Hua to find it. After reading it, Jiang Hua was stunned and couldn't help but laugh out loud, though her laughter was tinged with tears. She suddenly felt that Gu Yiming was just a child through and through.

"You think you can make me forgive you with just an address?" After saying that, Jiang Hua wiped away the tears from her eyes, but this time they were not tears of sadness, but rather tears of magnanimity that was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

"I'm not going to look for a note." With that, she threw away the note with the address written on it. She pouted, like a child throwing a tantrum, but this showed that she was no longer depressed, or rather, that she was gradually starting to change for the better.

But in the end, she still secretly picked up the note. After hesitating for a long time, she still left the ward. But she told herself that she was just wandering around and not looking for any note. The sunlight that day was so bright for some reason, and it seemed that her mood changed with it.

At the corner, there was a bench with an old man sunbathing on it. He looked very lonely. When Jiang Hua saw this, she felt a little sad and unconsciously walked over.

"May I sit down?" Jiang Hua asked the elderly man in the chair politely. The sunlight shone on the old man's face, making the wrinkles clearly visible, like works of art etched by time, full of the flavor of years.

"Of course, young lady." The old man seemed to snap out of his reverie and looked at Jiang Hua. His tone was very kind and gentle, but the smile in his eyes seemed heavy with the weight of time.

After Jiang Hua sat down, she stared blankly into the distance with an old woman's expression. She didn't know what to say. She felt that the old woman was lonely, so she wanted to keep her company for a while. But when she sat there, she was afraid of breaking the tranquility and beauty.

"Is the little girl unhappy?" A moment later, as dusk slowly fell, the old man turned around and looked at Jiang Hua, asking slowly and deliberately. The old man's voice sounded familiar, because it carried the feeling of time.

"Yes, but what you've been through shouldn't be anything special," Jiang Hua said, looking into the distance. Her tone was hesitant, as it was really difficult to bring up her relationship with Gu Yiming.

“That’s not right. My happiest and saddest experiences were around your age.” The old man didn’t sigh, but smiled and said to Jiang Hua. He looked as if he had never had any sad things in his life, or perhaps he had experienced too many sad things and finally let go of them.

"So what did you experience?" Jiang Hua blurted out, perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps to find a reflection of herself in the old man. A story can always make people feel dazed.

"Living life like an ordinary person, if there's any regret, it's that I've been alone my whole life and haven't cherished it enough." After saying this, the old man's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his kind and amiable demeanor.

"Why would you be single your whole life? Didn't you ever date anyone, Grandma?" Jiang Hua was very surprised to hear the old woman say that. She was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth. What kind of concept is it to be single and unmarried your whole life?

"Of course we talked, but in the end I misunderstood that he was having an affair, so I never forgave him for the rest of my life, and in doing so, I ruined my own life." The old man spoke as if he were telling someone else's story, feeling sad when he was sad and relieved when he was relieved. Jiang Hua was very surprised that he could talk about this kind of pain so frankly.

"Misunderstanding? Why do you think it's a misunderstanding?" Jiang Hua asked, puzzled. After all, if it really was a misunderstanding, she would know it in her heart and forgive it. To spend a lifetime dwelling on a misunderstanding is an incomprehensible thought.

"Because he sent me a diary when he passed away, and I learned about it from the diary." The old man was still smiling, but this time he was gazing into the distance, as if he were missing a deceased friend, which was very touching.

"Young lady, the only thing I've learned in my life is not to wait, but to try to trust each other and follow your heart. Otherwise, you'll really miss out." After saying this, the old woman got up and left. Perhaps today's memories made her a little sad. Although she didn't show it, her feelings didn't lie to her.

"Follow your heart!" Jiang Hua repeated this phrase over and over, feeling a little uncomfortable, because she remembered that she still had Gu Yiming. Could it be that she had misunderstood him as well?

After sitting for a while, Jiang Hua stood up and took out an address. The address wasn't far, but it required turning left and then right.

Along the way, Jiang Hua saw many heartwarming scenes: a mother comforting a crying child, an elderly couple basking in the sun on a bench. These things are all around us, and we usually find it hard to notice their beauty, but if you look closely, they are truly heartwarming.

On another bench, Jiang Hua saw a familiar figure. She ran over and stood in front of the person. Gu Yiming looked up, saw Jiang Hua, and said gently, "You've come."

"Hmm." After Jiang Hua finished speaking, she sat down in the chair next to Gu Yiming. The two of them were quiet. Jiang Hua felt calm and not so sad anymore. If it really was as she thought, she might also want to come over.

"Here you go." After saying that, Gu Yiming handed over a note. Jiang Hua took it, opened it, and read it. There were many words on the note, but the content was only one: the truth.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong these past few days, but I've also been very sad. You have no idea how I got through it. Every day felt like I was on a knife's edge, tormenting me and keeping me up all night." Jiang Hua hugged Gu Yiming tightly, her eyes red-rimmed. At the same time, Gu Yiming also shed tears, each tear so intense.