Mo Jiu raised her hand to cover the lower half of her face. The lingering smoke from the cigarette lingered between her fingers. She stepped barefoot into the sea water and cried silently. Mo Wan exhaled a puff of smoke and stood in the sea as the Golden Crow sank. Looking into the distance, her voice was gentle: "When we are born in this world, we always have to go through many hardships, pain and growth. I have been looking forward to your growth. I hope to see you." Let you become a bright and optimistic person. The failure of first love is the first color in life, it is the most painful, and it is also the most important." Mo Wan turned her head and looked at Mo Jiu with a smile: "Congratulations, Mo Xiaojiu, you are an adult."