Love is nothing but thousands of rivers and mountains, and nothing but thousands of rivers and mountains is love.
I miss the reality in my dreams just because you are there, your real profile. The gentle eyes that are only for me are doomed to this life, the continuous love and wounds.
Every step He Qingqiao takes cautiously is a shadow imprinted in Zhu Zhuo's heart. Life or death, she chooses life. Love or hate, she chose the third option, forgetting.