The burning smoke is gone, the farewell is gone, the misty cold smoke is blurred, and the water mist is blurred. Where are those so-called family ties left behind? The cold smoke lingers on the ground, but it burns away the tears of past and present lives without regret. The longing that settles deep in my heart is the pain of loneliness.
There is no sleep tonight, there is no waning moon and dawn breeze, there are no flowers before and under the moon, there are only empty buildings with people leaving, sending messages and making flowers. Has everything that has gone gone? Spring dream in the south of the Yangtze River, but you only see the back in the dream, right?
Wangchuan, look, today she finally lost her soul, but where is the person who once said he would protect her?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
