This is a story about love and non-love.
After a thousand years, you may make a vow to repay what you owe in this life in the next life. Have you ever remembered what evening this evening is? When will the flowers fall?
Lin Xinian said: "I don't know if this is a good thing, but I will keep doing it."
Qin Wen said: "I always thought you understood me."
Su Ye said: "I never said I wouldn't get hurt."
Mo Xiang said, "The world is meaningless to me. He is enough."
Xilian from a thousand years ago said: "I will like you in the next life, okay?"
Mo Fan from a thousand years ago said: "I don't blame you, don't cry."
I still remember that year, the branches were full of flowers, and the wind caressed the lake leisurely, blowing away the overlapping petals. Time is a thread that can be easily broken. I don't know when it will extend indefinitely in the other direction. . . .