Wei Mingchen, a generation of architects, suddenly died suddenly, and the claws of death stripped the family bloody. That little girl has always been patient, with pride and hatred, and has grown up alone.
She is selfish, ruthless, sarcastic, and resolute, and everyone looks at her with disdain. However, such a hard life became soft because of his words. He said: The stronger the person, the more serious the internal injuries.
He has the purest and clearest face in the world, but his mind is like the vast ocean. He accepts all the love and hate, and lives in silence. She said to him: Many people think you are gentle and polite, but in my mind you are a bad person, extremely bad, but I love you to death. That vast ocean gave birth to you like the morning, and it is shrouded in sparse haze all year round, warm and cold, which makes me confused all my life.
No one is a winner in this story, no matter whether they have a good family background, a miserable situation, a deep scheming mind, an arrogant and domineering person, or a happy-go-lucky person, no one is a winner.
No matter what you want, you have to pay more to get it. You fly into the flame and burn your life away, but this life is a helpless journey to death.
Life carefully carves out the frost that belongs to each of us.
Death is but a scarred sleep.