In the seventh year of Chanda, not a single snowfall came. My life was as brilliant and fleeting as fireworks, so fleeting that I couldn't even wait for him to return.
She had lived through war and hardship, and then become a doctor. In her profession, she saw the most complicated side of human nature. Between life and death, everything became real and visible.
And still, she held on to an innocent heart, with the words, "The east wind over the Mo Garden can only sigh to itself,
While he, a soldier, said, "I only want to get things done. I only want things to be the way they were meant to be. I owe a thousand graves, and I have to build a thousand tombs on Nantian Gate. I have to bring everyone home. My wife is waiting for me there, too!"
That day, on the streets of Chanda, the figure beneath an oil-paper umbrella looked so much like the old friend she had lost all those years ago. Flowers bloomed in her heart.
One felt strangely familiar, while the other was love at first sight, lasting a thousand years.
Jiang Yun x Long Zhangwen
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Theme: Love her, and love your country even more
