When the Wind and Smoke Rise

Regarding my lost past, all that is left to me are the memories in my heart. When the wind blows away the only thing left, what else will we have? Just like the person I once loved deeply, how is it in my heart now? The wind picked up and the clouds dispersed. The past is gone. =================================== Ps: What a childish article, sigh, sigh for the past. The day fashion designer Qin Min walked into this company, She doesn't know that her future fate will be decided between her idol Qi Bing, the fashion geek Yang Bingfan, the pain in her heart, and Dj Lingfan. Slowly unfolding, the entanglement continues... What is love? What is hate? Conception: