When I was a girl, I believed that one's whole life is spent waiting for that one person, meeting, getting to know each other, and falling in love until all suffering ends and the Buddha ceases to exist.
When you really face the death of important people one by one, when lies are torn apart, when the people you love run counter to you, you should wake up from your dreams, and you should not be able to pretend to be confused.
Qing Cong, I hate you, but you are a ray of light in my childhood. He Ming, I hate you, but you have warmed my back. I hate you in Gucheng, but I don't want to express the hatred of the past. There is a person who hates you, but you can't help but love.
The lush years come to an end and prosperity
A dream in a lonely city, life and death are in vain
It would be nice to bury her in the next life with her fingers slightly cold
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
