Shen Liangci, remember, you are not enough for him, so you cannot keep him.
And he doesn't love you enough, so he has no desire to have you.
Thirty thousand years of change has changed the ocean, but you still can't escape his fate.
When he went up to the tower, he stroked the scabbard of his sword. When he sat in the plum garden, she strummed the strings of the piano.
The fragrance of broken ink fills the air for several springs and summers
When he came back, he would rub her into his arms and spend the spring and autumn.