Li Jinyan looked up at the gloomy sky, and suddenly said for a long time: If the winter in Lingcheng is destined to be covered with frost, I will use my life to give you the last warmth. The 4-year-old Jiaogui is happily coquettish under the starry sky created by her mother, the 14-year-old Jiaogui is struggling to survive in the torture of youth, the 24-year-old Jiaogui is struggling painfully in the despair given by life, and the 34-year-old Jiaogui finally blooms passionately on the lawn spread by the sun.
