After all, the story is still spinning under the wheel of fate. Like a windmill under a strong wind, it sometimes speeds up and sometimes slows down, but it never stops...
Ranqing buried her head deeply into her grandma's arms and smiled slightly. At that time, she might have thought that being able to hug her grandma like this was happiness.
"The vast ocean is filled with vicissitudes of life. There are no waves yet, but my heart is already turbulent." What will happen to Ran Qing's fate when she grows up?