It is a kind of time-travel of beauty, and it is also a kind of bitter love, with no ending, like being tied up in the pain of love, unable to extricate itself.
Love has no boundaries, it's so insatiable, it's so devoted, it's so inseparable from each other, so reluctant to leave.
There are ups and downs, and there are also thorns, but they are all resolved in love. Love is fate, and it is also an opportunity.
Like poetry and painting, like love like fire.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
