Short version: I don't know how many women and men my dad got involved with, or how many men and women my mom got involved with. All I know is, three days after I was born, they both went off to be reincarnated, leaving me with this mess to deal with. To put it elegantly, this is the mortal world; really, it's just flailing around in this wretched, vulgar existence.
Literary version: When I was born, snow filled the sky, falling like scattered salt and pulled cotton, piling up layer upon layer until it seemed ready to press into people's lungs and hearts. Everyone sighed over the spring snow in Lingnan, a sight seen once in a hundred years. Mother only smiled and said, "Heaven and earth are our matchmakers; the snow has sealed our union." My birthday and their death anniversaries marked the love between her and Father, a love I would never know. All I knew was that the snow had covered every color in my life, leaving only loneliness and cold desolation.
I bear no resentment, because I've always understood that eight or nine things out of ten in life go wrong, and all we struggle for is the one or two that remain. But when someone told me that I was his one or two, I finally understood that what people call a legend is simply believing someone will always be there to protect you. And when you turn around, there he is, exactly as expected, within ten feet of you.
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It's pretty cool, why is it locked at the back?
Looking at her mouth opening and closing, the mouth full of braids shone with a white cold light, and every word was pointed at me, as if she wanted to bite me to pieces. This sentence feels too exaggerated. Maybe it was the "white and cold light" that made me laugh... Okay, forgive me for being such a careless reader.
It is recommended that the author try to branch out as much as possible, that way it will look very comfortable~
It's a very good article. I've saved it and want to read it. I've been back to my hometown for the past few days during the Chinese New Year and I don't have to rush to read it. Haha.
There is a touch of sadness in Rourou's words!
Very good article, good plot, thank you to the author for your hard work!
Sad but not sad, soft yet strong, forever peaceful, accompanied by Ling Che.
The male protagonist finally came out. At first I thought why I kept writing about Cheng Nian. This chapter of Dongfang Lingche finally came out. It's a great article. I'm looking forward to it.
Very good, recommend to everyone
The storyline is gripping and very good