Mo Shangyuan

Love is an endless ink painting that can never be written or painted. Wherever the shallow strokes fall, there is always the endless gurgling of the clear stream and the natural fragrance. The years as slender as an hourglass will precipitate the peaceful time into a touch of leisure, and quietly savor it in the passing years. The past is like quicksand, and will eventually dissipate quietly. Although the love in the green years is like sunshine, it can only be hidden in the deepest part of the heart, and can only shed tears alone in the lonely night. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.