"Rong Kun, your sincerity is as solid as a stone. I spent so many days trying to knock a crack out of it, but I didn't expect that in the end, not even a hole was left."
Her face turned dark. This man drank a few taels of yellow soup and became so unconscious. He even called other people's names like this. Little did she know that every time she recalled these words later, she couldn't help but think of the three-part bleakness and seven-part sincerity contained in these words. When combined together, it was like a very sharp awl stuck in her arms, making her unable to contain her pain.
I have drank all the fragrance of dreams for three lives and three lives, hoping that I will finally wake up and see your face and eyes as they were yesterday. Then I will no longer be shackles in my heart, and I can listen to the spring, drink with you, fold flowers and play the harp, what do you think?
The eight deserts are filled with sound, and all the seas are silent.
I will spend the rest of my life waiting for your answer.