This is my first time posting, so please bear with me, and you can rest assured that this article will be completed. . . . . . . .
The boy in her memory was like an ink painting, calm and elegant. I once thought I could indulge in landscapes and life with him.
During that thousand-mile journey, those things she loved and those she didn't love, were entangled by fate and turned into yellow sand in the desert.
Under the turbulent undercurrent of the Western Region, she fell into it step by step. When all the wind and sand dissipate, who will be her whole life?
It's better not to see you. If you don't see me, you won't miss me either.
It's better not to love. If you don't love, it won't hurt. The contract signed with Huaxia is empty.