It was mid-autumn in 1932, and the autumn weather in Beiping that year was particularly gloomy.
"What you said before will no longer count?" Ting Yue stood in the hall and asked word by word.
"Yes." Shaoxian raised his head and blew out a smoke ring to prevent the tears in his eyes from flowing out and being seen by her.
In the early summer of 2017, female reporter Xia Yueting found on the train going south that she still didn't like Nanjing.
"When will the person you are waiting for come?" Kasyapa's cheeks dimpled and he smiled at her.
Yueting didn't answer. She traveled to many places and met many people, but the person she had been waiting for for a long time never returned.
Intent: The true meaning of love is for people to learn how to love and be loved, so as to become a more complete person.
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The author's writing style is like the cool breeze on a cool moon, cold, forbearing, delicate, and eloquent.
The author's writing style is like the cool breeze on a cool moon, cold, forbearing, delicate, and eloquent.