When I was in my early twenties, I met her and I wanted to let go of her for the rest of my life. Do we suffer from the pain of national hatred, and do we borrow a few days of floating life from Yue Lao? To borrow the words of teacher Yi Zhongtian, the sky of love is often the sea of hatred.
Disclaimer: The story is purely fictitious. Do not refer to the country. There is no allusion to the country. It is patriotic and patriotic. The background is modern and fictional, and there is no prototype.
Intention: sadomasochism, misunderstanding, patriotism