The snow falls quietly, without lingering on the smile of the sky. Just like me, once I have determined it, I will not give up or abandon it. If you fall in love, just fall in love, Jinghong, I, Shen Fuyan, will never regret it.
Looking down, he saw blood on the snow, and the wounds on his hands were so bright that they could cut through the weird night sky. There is no one left, no one will bandage my wounds.
"Mom..." The little person held my hand. I smiled softly.
"Really, do you think you are still young? The child is already so big." The man in Tsing Yi carefully bandaged the injury on my hand and glared at me. I smiled faintly and pulled back my hand.
"I don't regret it." I smiled, but it was still so weak, not as bright as before.
If you give your heart once, there will be no second time. The remaining love is the most dazzling and brilliant in my heart.