Tang Sheng is still like that, going his own way, as if he doesn't exist in this world. Would he fall in love with such a woman? The hand holding the wine glass still has no intention of stopping. The red liquid in the wine glass keeps swaying, like the rhythm it should have. It rises and falls with the waves of life, ups and downs with the waves of summer. It's time for her to come, the one I love, it's time for her to come.
Nian Mei looked at Tang Sheng like this, and really didn't want to continue like this. Seeing the person he loved misunderstanding him like this, he must have said that Tang Sheng had never fallen in love with him. No wonder he was so depressed. Love is really not something that one person can handle. Is it time to leave? Leave this place and continue to find your own destination. If you belong to yourself, you will never leave. If it doesn't belong to you, there is no use tying it with a rope.