Hello, Sheng Yuxia, this is my name, it sounds nice. [Snickering]
I seem to have no home... My parents died in a car accident. How many relatives and friends are willing to take me in?
My uncle and I live in Shijinghexi - this is not my home. I should belong to poetry and the distance, the countryside and fields, the remaining midsummer, rather than the fireworks, bustling streets, and colorful neon lights in the city...
I was born at the end of July, my name is Yu Xia.
Redemption in this world is rare in a hundred years, but like the chosen one, I have reached the only hope. There are so many poor and miserable people in the world, why should I? [Sad]
Meng Qing: You are mine
Sheng Yuxia: But you can't be mine
Meng Qing: I will always love you, no matter where I am
But you... Are no longer here
The elms fall and youth ends.
The residual wind still blows through the treetops, but the sun cannot reach the sky.
I would like to dedicate this book to
The youth we had
[Cold and Fragile Milk Dog × Slow-heating Ambition Queen]
Intention: Love can last forever