When the flute player leaves the jade tower, who will he lean on with his broken heart? A river and lake, a dream, nothing but the patter of autumn rain.
Xiao Sheng turned and left. It seemed like he was really angry.
But what can I do? It's not that I don't know Xiao Sheng's affection for me, it's just that I'm afraid, so I can't respond.
I closed my eyes, and the faces of Xiao Sheng and my adoptive mother were all in my mind. They gradually overlapped and became indistinguishable.