In this chaotic world, there is always true love. It may lack the wild flights of fancy found in fantastical tales, the dazzling romances between domineering CEOs and wealthy heiresses, and the thrilling vendettas of reincarnation stories, but it offers a beautiful love grounded in reality. Hearts cross paths, human nature pulls in opposing directions, and everything strives toward that perfect ending. Two hearts are bound together by true love. Why can't beautiful love have a perfect ending? Why must tears always soak those lovely scenes? True love and the wedding dress were only one step apart. The curtain falls on a love story, awakening a heart-wrenching pain. All that remains in my eyes are the withered white chrysanthemums on the fresh earth. (All quotations are from the author's original posts on QQ Zone.)
