Did you hear it? It's the wind blowing softly.
Destiny, what is it like? What will the future look like?
In other words, our destiny, our future.
What is love, what is love.
You gave me a farewell letter, but I miss you so much.
Jiang Yun was like a gust of wind to him, making him fall into a trance sometimes and disappear the next second.
If she is like the wind, she is free. He couldn't change the direction of the wind, so he was willing to be the harbor and she would eventually return to his arms.
Jiang Yun, if I can't wait until the ice and snow melt, then I will set a fire to melt all the glaciers and burn it into another spring for you.
I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I miss you so much.
(Demining: The female protagonist died of illness and the male protagonist committed suicide.)
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