This time there will be no fuss.
Wu Erbai: "I finally know how other dudes are raised."
"Sister!" Wu Sansheng admitted that someone also hurt her.
Appreciate the rain in spring, divide melons in summer, seek talismans in autumn, and fold plum blossoms in winter.
She survived one severe winter after another, smiling and saying to everyone: "This year will be the same."
She tied the peace charms that she had personally prayed for on their behalf, wishing them a smooth life and a bright future.
Maybe eternity was never promised.
When the winter snow came, the plum blossoms in Wu's courtyard were in full bloom, reflecting the red silk still floating in bright red, but no one was there to appreciate it.
Intention: I love gentle sister