Listen to the strings break, cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, whose fingertips will it fall on?
Hua Min stroked my hair and said to me, "Feng Lian, do you remember when we were practicing swordsmanship here?" I raised my head and looked at him silently, and he said, "I saw your bright eyes and fell in love with you in that moment. Did you know that you It instantly brightened my heart like the sunshine in winter. "I lowered my head silently, "Hua Min, I'm sorry, I love you, I can't let you know the truth." I'm sorry, I said this to myself and him...