"My humble house is so simple that I can't even keep a single gardenia in it."
She has been gentle, tolerant, sensible, and conceding all her life. She never said "I lost you" or "I missed you," but only said "I can't keep you."
To be powerless is to accept one's fate, to know that one is not worthy, and to be overwhelmed by reality.
In Xia Chan's noisy rental house, Su Yang kissed Su Yining's fox-like eyebrows.
The amber light in Wen Zhixia's eyes, the small mole in the corner of her eye, all the tenderness was given to him only.
She is arrogant and arrogant, but she is tolerant and accommodating, thinking that a bowl of hot noodles and one side by side means years and years.
But the road bifurcates, and people have their own way back. An angry word or silence can separate mountains and seas.
From now on, every autumn wind blows, and there is no more Su Yining like that year. "Rights and wrongs don't happen in the morning. If you don't listen, there will be nothing. I, Su Yining, only like you, Wen Zhixia."
Intent: Critical thoughts under the color of realism are always undercurrent. When the responsibilities we have shouldered since birth collide with the awakening of acquired independent consciousness, they are like the blossoming fire trees and silver flowers, and also the fallen leaves and dead trees of reincarnation.