When the leisurely moonlight spilled into the window sill, it broke into a gentle halo in Chen Wanting's eyes, and the gorgeous scenery vaguely stagnated in front of her eyes, lingering for a long time. In the beautiful years, how many years of youth have been wasted, and the influence of time has been adjusted. It seems that the beauty has never happened, but it is so painful to think about it. The young face is covered with sadness that does not belong to this age. It is not the kiss of moonlight, but the heavy look back on her from a romantic love.