Seven Minutes of Falling into the Water Meant That He Had to Wait for the Rest of His Life.

In the seven minutes it took for the rain to fall on the lake, I caught the obsession of an entire dynasty. He picked me up from the cold rain three times, and it was only when the blade of the knife saw the light for the last time that I understood - the figure in green that had been hidden for half a life was Li Hui and Li Qingchuan. But when I woke up, I was still sitting in the evening breeze by the lake, with my phone still on in my pocket. Thousands of miles away on a rainy night, there was a person who had thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and he always kept half of her soaked skirt in his arms, waiting for her all his life. Purpose: To write about the misplaced affection across time and space, to show the forbearing preference and fateful regret, to interpret the ultimate sadomasochism that goes in both directions but ends up separated by mountains and seas, allowing readers to understand the unspoken thousand-year obsession in the mist-like despair.