I am Xia Xiyan. It is often called a voyage to the West. But I still live optimistically. The mother I thought had passed away was actually his mother whom I loved deeply. Facing him who would always be silently devoted to me, I remained silent. I cried, my heart ached, and inexplicable love surged into my heart.
But when the ribbon that is about to break touches the cold ground, what will happen? A slight gust of wind blows to the back of your head, where will the next gust of wind blow?