I thought that aged clear wine was a beauty brewed by time; but I never thought that aged clear wine was originally a pot of wine abandoned by time, with dreams shattered and the rest being nothing but regrets.
After dusk, the sunset spreads over the horizon, and the crimson clouds are like the blush caused by the first heartbeat. Can the cold and ruthless girl wait for her young man with the cool breeze and the moon?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
