Cheng Menchuixue

On June 13 of that year, a strange old man in his early years appeared on the street. He said to everyone he met: "When I was young, I met a woman who I had only seen for sixty years. Unfortunately, fate did not come true and I could not hold her hand until I grew old. I have no regrets. It is just my love." People just thought he was a madman. In an instant, a car flew over and he fell into a pool of blood. Snow began to fall in the sky. He tried his best to hold Xue in his arms, but he still couldn't move. He hated himself so much. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the sixth century. Ten years ago, he and the girl were holding hands and looking at each other, talking about their great ambitions, planning a bright future, imagining all kinds of good things, but they lost to reality. His eyes gradually blurred, and the girl's figure was looming. He actually returned to sixty years ago! Like a dream... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.