Wait for you to **, or I'll leave first. The mountain wind and autumn rain left behind only leave one person to caress them. All the mountains and rivers we see are filled with love. When it exists, it is like a ray of sunshine slipping out of the clouds; when it is not there, it is just the mottled shadows left behind. The scenery before meeting you is the road paved towards you; the scenery after meeting you is also the road paving towards you.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
