You never promised me a result, but I am so lucky that you and I were born together in the Republic of China
Song Hang opened his arms and motioned for her to sit over, "Qingwei, if one day I am really gone and leave, I will ask someone to tell you. Even then, you have to eat well, write poems seriously, get married and have children. As long as I am not forgotten by you, I will not really die."
But in those years, Lin Qingwei only missed the letters you wrote to her, in Muzhang's boat, pushing and pushing, and accidentally turning her head gray with you.
