It's been two years, and my depression hasn't improved.

I no longer celebrate my birthday.

Many years ago, I stood on a pedestrian overpass, amazed by Lu Yinong's words, "After the age of seven, we don't celebrate birthdays anymore."

Through the distant years, I suddenly understood her at that time.

If your birthday only reminds you of someone's death, then even the happiest day is filled with sadness.

Zhou Te came to Beijing on a business trip and saw how haggard I looked. He gave me a few punches fiercely.

After the fight, he handed me a Polaroid photo and said, "For her sake, you have to strive to live on, okay?"

I gazed at that photo.

At 19 years old, I had just learned that Lu Yinong was going to Yunnan. My chest felt suffocated, making it hard to breathe.

Back then, I didn't know that separation still held hope, while parting forever meant absolute despair.

Xie Yizhou, you really are a stupid idiot.

If I had known what today would be like, should I have made her laugh more back then?

My parents said they hoped I would start a family.

In my mom's recent health check-up at the beginning of this year, she was diagnosed with breast cancer.

She said, "I believe you can be financially independent, but I also hope that one day, when you face sudden challenges in life, there will be someone by your side to support you, just like your dad and I."

She said, "The dead are already gone, but the living have to keep on living. Yizhou, please consider it for our sake, okay?"

I promised her that I would go on blind dates.

The first seven ended without any sparks.

Only the eighth one didn't get upset when I said, "I have someone I can't forget, and maybe it would be unfair to you in marriage."

She just smiled and said, "It's okay, I have someone in my heart too. We're even."

Her name is Fang Yao.

Later, together with my name, it was printed on the wedding invitation.