The rivers and lakes are the courts; the courts are the rivers and lakes; back and forth, over and over again, but it turns out it is just the same conspiracy. What you love turns out to be wrong, and what you hate turns out to be fake.
When Feng Jiucai's boat hit Xuesongyuan's white forehead, it seemed that everything could never stop, just like the childhood that was gradually disappearing while wandering half a mile among the flowers, it was natural and inevitable.