Ten years of life and death. Without thinking. Unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. Small Xuan window. Dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
