The train roared and was about to leave the station. Liang Ruojiu looked at her mother outside the car window, holding the handkerchief and waving to herself. Her eyes were getting red, and she felt uncomfortable. The handkerchief was embroidered with winter plums, which Liang Ruojiu embroidered when she first learned to embroider handkerchiefs. Although it was a bit clumsy, but now seeing her mother holding her tightly, she felt extremely sad... The war was going on, so the wine was slightly cold, and the life was blurred and bound, half a cup of grudges, and the memories of him and her were soaked in the wine, turning into a pot of lovesickness, but it was an unbreakable bond.
Too ugly