
About This Novel
This life is not as good as a jar of wine, and living is not as happy as wine. She wanted to forget some things, so she went down to earth to live, and met Heming again. She thought they were destined to be together, but they came together because of one thing, but had to separate because of another thing. What you think... Is just what you think after all. ... What you see is just... What you see.. There's not even an explanation... There really isn't.
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