Lin Qianye sat down, the cool sea water lapping at her skin. Fu Jincheng, look, I am here alone without you. The sea is really beautiful and magnificent. You said, if a person's mind is really as broad as the sea, wouldn't there be so many misunderstandings between you and me, and wouldn't we reach this point now?
When the last afterglow of the sun faded from the sea, Lin Qianye glanced at the sea with nostalgia, rubbed his numb legs, stood up, and left. When she turned around, she saw a familiar figure on the coastline, which made her a little surprised, a little happy, and more afraid. She bit her lip and left in the opposite direction to her back. She didn't believe it, and she didn't dare to believe it. The greater her hope, the greater her disappointment. Therefore, she will not leave herself any hope, she does not want to leave only despair in the end.