Destiny and destiny are just a trick of fate? Or is it a conspiracy that has nothing to do with Fengyue? Crazy people, crazy thoughts, how wonderful it would be if life were just like seeing them for the first time. She is still her unparalleled beauty, and he is still his stubbornness and calmness, and they don't owe each other anything.
After all, I am rare. Those days that shield me from wind and rain, and those bits and pieces of touching, I are all rare. But, can we really let go of everything? The gears of fate are ruthlessly run over, will only love be left?
I don't know.
When you seek heart and love, what do you gain and what do you lose?
Just like my heart, when you swore to the sky that you would look at me as your eyes, guard them, and love me, the obsession in your heart was suddenly wiped out.
I just want to stay drunk and don't want to wake up.