?? The snow is falling, let's chat in clear dreams
The cold autumn wind is not as cold as the heart; the sadness of falling flowers is not as sad as the soul.
When the steps are broken, the person becomes even more haggard; when the silver hairpin returns, the infatuated heart becomes drunk.
The fragrance of gardenia penetrates the heart; the camellia fades, leaving only the withered stamens.
In a dream, things are different and people are different; I feel sad, who is it for?
?? They are just for the obsession in their hearts,
"If so, we would have cherished each other." He said.
"My heart aches, but I don't know for whom." He said.
"If I knew the answer was failure, I would gamble again," he said.
"I don't know if my reluctance is worth it," he said.
"Wild and uninhibited, just for you." He said.
"You are mine, only mine. I will never let go. There is no forever, I am your forever." He said.
?? They are just for that person's oath,
"Holding hands, we will grow old together. Our vows will remain unchanged. The falling snow will dance in the air. Our hearts will last forever," she said.
"I'm only waiting for you. Even if it's just a moment in the underworld," she said.
"I only hope that your heart will be like mine." She said.
The moonlight spreads the pure resentment, and I pick up the fate.
The span of three hundred years turned out to be because of that heartbreaking scene.
There is never worthiness or unworthiness, only willingness and unwillingness. There is never choice or no choice, only cherish and give up.
Are the flowers rendered with painstaking efforts worth seeing?
Mo Yuli's first novel, so stay tuned.