Jiang Yuhan occasionally had time to think back on his messy life. At that time, the Jia family was already in decline, and his wife Hua Xiren fell asleep on Jiang Yuhan's hand. The man, whose years had long passed, caressed the faded gray-red sweat scarf leisurely, imagining how bright it once was, and imagining his deep love. He originally thought that his love should be engraved in his heart and indelible, but now he realized that it was just a half-dream.
I don't like music in the background, so I didn't plug in the player. I just hope you can listen to this song while reading the article. "Summer Solstice of the Thirty-eighth Year" by Lord Hetu.
Thanks to Queen Jiang for recommending this song and for providing the inspiration for this article. This CP may be shocking to other people, but I always think that Jiang Yuhan is not an actor who is willing to be inferior to others. Fange is not a strict textual research party, and you are welcome to point out mistakes.
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