The Evening Breeze Knows My Intention, the Broken Moon Does Not Meet You

He was her salvation in the dark years, the white moonlight that was gentle to the bone, giving her preference and stability. But fate is scattered, love and hate are entangled, and the person who made the mistake regrets and struggles hard. But the two people, who were deeply moved by each other, were torn apart by reality. The evening breeze knows that I have hidden infatuation, and the broken moon blocks us from meeting each other in this life. One thought is deep love, one thought is regret, and the mountains and rivers will never meet again.