It was just midsummer, and that lotus was like him, saving her from the vast deep sea.
Under the green years, the shadow like snow lotus was entangled in her nightmares, lingering.
She wanted to forget, but the memory was tightly wrapped around her broken dreams.
She tried hard to recall, but she couldn't put the broken dreams together into a complete picture.
--Lin Xi, if you want me to hate you forever, then it's okay for you to do this.
--You go away, as far away as possible! I hope I will never see you again in this life!
--Tang Yiqing, if you get her, don't hurt her.
Maybe, it's just a passing cloud.
Maybe, if you look at it from another angle, these things will be very different.
Or maybe, if she had never met him, a lot of things wouldn't have happened.
However, there are so many fates.
--Lin Xi, who do you think this child will look like?
--Tang Yiqing, give me the key to your home! ! !
Perhaps, many unexpected things in life are destined to happen