Later, the wind from the south of the city could no longer blow into the old alley, and the people I loved stayed in that cold winter forever.
Lu Zhiyan used five years of preference to trap Wen Zhiyu, and three years of suspicion and countless injuries to kill all her love with his own hands.
When he puts aside all the lies, sees the whole truth, and rushes over with a heart filled with guilt,
Just waiting for a funeral and a cold wordless tombstone.
She loved him for eight years, hated him for three years, and finally died quietly in the winter with all the pain and disappointment in her body.
The rest of his life was long, and he repented year after year, never to return.
