I am a child born under a big mulberry tree. My childhood was filled with the fragrance of melons and locust flowers. White clouds made my hat, the breeze made my clothes, the chirping of cicadas danced with me, and butterflies grew up with me. The road to becoming a saint is really difficult, but there is always a warm sun accompanying the mountains covered with cold snow.
Later, I fell in love... And became friends with the descendants of the devil, but that disgusting friendship made me addicted to it and couldn't extricate myself...
I dare not ask my heart, "Song Yutong, I don't want us to be just friends. Our friendship has already deteriorated on the road of overcoming obstacles, hasn't it? I can't suppress my hot heart. I only wish I could hold you and soothe my love at the moment I stop breathing...
Intention: The difficulties you see are all caused by you. There are no bumps in the road ahead. If you want to become a saint, just break the shackles of hell that lock you!
