Mo Chun:
I will remember this kiss for the rest of my life.
The pain is like iron! Despair is like a torn silk!
Ji Rongge:
There is never love without reason in the world.
It's just that, for some reason you can't understand, I didn't confess.
Or when we met, you happened to smile, or you frowned.
So, I love it.
So, here I am.
Yao Maile:
In this era, don't talk about love easily. The debts owed by the promises made!
Huang Xiaoshi:
In fact, there is a poisonous snake coiled in the darkness of everyone's heart that they cannot even detect. The poisonous snake in some people's hearts sleeps forever, while the snake in some people's hearts suddenly wakes up, spits out its bright red core, and hits those who may not even want to hurt it.
Siblings Mo Chun and Mo Fan, who suffered a family tragedy, depended on each other for life, but they met the gentle Bai Chu, the affectionate and unpredictable Ji Rongge, and the godly boy in Mo Chun's memory. Is the appearance of these people a coincidence or a design? Who should redeem the tampered fate?
The gift "Putong Wishing Tree" comes with the book - the most romantic confession season in history.
Give yourself a chance to open it,
There may be some ignorant and silly words in it that you wrote to him with a blushing face.
Maybe you accidentally discover that someone has been thinking about you for a long time.
My dear, believe me,
There is no better moment in such a young season.
Reader comments
Love makes people fall into a pool of blood. Yu Mochun loved Bai Chu so much that she couldn't see the person behind her. Because of love, she hurt two people who loved her, one went crazy, and the other died alone. But when Hu Moumou went crazy, I was fine. I'm fine with Brother Ji Rong's sadness. But when that cute, toothless, silent Yu Mofan had blood spurting out of his head, a layer of mist filled my eyes.
Mo Chun was right, she just gave love, maybe falling in love with someone is a sin in itself. Impulsive youth makes us risk our lives, even if we step on other people's bodies, but the premise is that you don't care about that other person.
Mo Fan died, Mo Chun no longer loved him, Ji Rongge gave up, and the ignorant little adult Hu Moumou went crazy. Sadly, I have forgotten the name of the only person in the whole novel who loves purely. Haha, how ironic.
The only thing in the whole text is that Ji Rongge is not worthy of love and does not deserve to be forgiven.
Mo Chun's love was right. He was young and frivolous. He never thought that his brother who loved her would die and Hu Moumou who loved her would go crazy.
But only Ji Rongge destroyed the happiness of the Mo family, indirectly killed Mo Fan, and broke into other people's lives. This. . . . It's all fate. Destiny knits unrelated people together and outlines the white clothes of blood. Haha, what a contradiction! Ji Rongge is hateful, but poor people must be hateful, and hateful people must also be pitiful. He loved Mo Chun feebly until the two threads turned to the left and the other to the right.
Love smoothed the edges between her and them, injecting endless emptiness, loneliness and coldness into their eyes, which made them powerless, exhausted and empty.
The saddest thing is the fleeting years, white hair covers beautiful face
It's so cruel, but the ending leaves room for the reader's imagination, and it's handled particularly well here.
Love, you can't break away, you can't forget, you can't go away. So, how can we continue on this path...
Love makes people fall into a pool of blood. Yu Mochun loved Bai Chu so much that she couldn't see the person behind her. Because of love, she hurt two people who loved her, one went crazy, and the other died alone. But when Hu Moumou went crazy, I was fine. I'm fine with Brother Ji Rong's sadness. But when that cute, toothless, silent Yu Mofan had blood spurting out of his head, a layer of mist filled my eyes. Mo Chun was right, she just gave love, maybe falling in love with someone is a sin in itself. Impulsive youth makes us risk our lives, even if we step on other people's bodies, but the premise is that you don't care about that other person. Mo Fan died, Mo Chun no longer loved him, Ji Rongge gave up, and the ignorant little adult Hu Moumou went crazy. Sadly, I have forgotten the name of the only person in the whole novel who loves purely. Haha, how ironic. The only thing in the whole text is that Ji Rongge is not worthy of love and does not deserve to be forgiven. Mo Chun's love was right. He was young and frivolous. He never thought that his brother who loved her would die and Hu Moumou who loved her would go crazy. But only Ji Rongge destroyed the happiness of the Mo family, indirectly killed Mo Fan, and broke into other people's lives. This. . . . It's all fate. Destiny knits unrelated people together and outlines the white clothes of blood. Haha, what a contradiction! Ji Rongge is hateful, but poor people must be hateful, and hateful people must also be pitiful. He loved Mo Chun feebly until the two threads turned to the left and the other to the right. Love smoothed the edges between her and them, injecting endless emptiness, loneliness and coldness into their eyes, which made them powerless, exhausted and empty.
The saddest thing is the fleeting years, white hair covers beautiful face
It's so cruel, but the ending leaves room for the reader's imagination, and it's handled particularly well here.
Love, you can't break away, you can't forget, you can't go away. So, how can we continue on this path...