[Flower of the High Mountain is crazy about love × Little Sun heals and redeems | Paranoia in the Beijing circle | Running in both directions | Reunion after breaking the mirror]
Six years ago, Jiang Fu said goodbye to Shen Pan by the Crescent Moon Spring in Dunhuang.
She kept the butterfly necklace he gave her, thinking that it had locked up all the love and debts of her youth.
When we met again five years later, he was already a new man in the business world, and she just wanted to escape.
He worked step by step, trapping her in a small space, with a deep look in his eyes: "Jiang Fu, you can't escape this time."
Until that rainy night, his eyes were red, he held her wrist and his voice was low and broken:
"I'm sick... Jiang Fu."
"Please, help me."
Only then did she realize that that cold and arrogant young man had already had a hole drilled in his heart by time, and only her name was the antidote.
Later, he took her back to Crescent Moon Spring.
Same sand dunes, same moonlight.
In the sky full of fireworks, he knelt down on one knee, holding in his palm a ring recast from the butterfly necklace she had left back then.
"You said butterflies shouldn't be locked up," his voice trembled slightly, his eyes filled with all the lost starlight, "I made it into wings."
"When you're tired of flying, just come back to me, okay?"
The desert wind howled past, blowing away years of dust.
That addiction that began with compulsion has turned into the only salvation over the years.
- I thought loving you was my deepest sin.
- Later I learned that being loved by you was the only forgiveness God gave me.
"The butterfly flew across the sandy sea of time and fell back into his fingers."
Good-looking [admiration]