While visiting a garden in a dream, a woman sang: "Life is like a play, and the sincerity is like jade. I only wish to be warm and pure, with warmth and cold dependent on each other."
Once you start making mistakes, you can only make them again and again. But I don't know whether it was the sins of our predecessors that led to today's sacrifice, or whether today's disappointment reflects the wrong feelings of our predecessors.
After waking up from a frightening dream, the woman sang again: "A broken heart will never be recovered, broken jade is like a heart. Could it be that I loved the wrong person after all?"
Please pay attention to: "Broken Jade Like Heart", author: Yang Zhao, formerly known as Zhi Zhao. I am an absolute novice, this is my first time reading a novel, so please be merciful and give me more feedback! (I am usually busy with work, so I will update from time to time~~)