He was six years old, and the warm hands warmed him.
At the age of thirteen, the returning prince held the smiling princess on his arm, but it was not him.
The car accident took away everything that belonged to her, along with their youthful memories, so stingy.
Yan Xiluo's side face was filled with sunlight, and she knew her heart was throbbing.
Fate and her were actually very cruel, but she didn't care. She loved and pursued again and again until she had nothing left.
The car accident was not accidental but planned, and the frame-up was not random but premeditated.
Money, interests, rights, how they walk through increasingly unfamiliar streets.
In my twilight years, I still remember the handsome young man walking towards me in a huge sea of people.
I remember, I loved.