Everyone will meet a person of strong character in their youth, but what kind of young man did Sang Yu meet? She thought: He is outstanding, cruel, ruthless, aloof and unyielding, a light source that people can't help but want to get close to. But the light source always has dim moments. He is also the falling snow in winter, which freezes her girl's heart forever. But how can the glory of her youth end? He is like a drop of ink.
How impactful can one drop of ink be? It may be an embellishment when there is a lack of taste, or it may be a sinner who ruins the whole painting. When it chooses to drip, it will smudge out of the edges and reach the boundless sea of suffering. But the words you have said cannot be taken back, and the deeds cannot be taken back. The precedent of making mistakes without regrets can not fade away like ink, so Sang Yu chose to leave him
They met three years later. The moonlight that night was so bright that it melted the snow that fell on her heart. By then, Sangyu had become the radiant Sangyuxia on the stage. Saint Bos looked at her
"Should I call you Sang Yuxia or Sang Yu?"
"My name is Sang Yu"
My name is Sang Yu, I still love you
Intention: Go up when you can't touch the light
