I named this story "Summer Insects Cannot Talk About Ice", just like you never know what tomorrow will bring. Like a grasshopper dying in the company of a frog.
It's just that we don't know who will accompany the waiting frog in the future like before?
Qin Mowang always thought that she was like that floating person who lived and died, and that she and Yi Nianqing had no future. She was thinking that maybe she should be like Han Yin, a calm person like water, or like Yin Li, bury herself in the splendor of youth.