Once upon a time, he stood with his hands behind his hands under the sycamore tree with his dark robe fluttering, and he saw that in that direction, there were thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
The young man behind him was dressed in green clothes, but he was tugging at his clothes. He turned around and smiled softly. Those are the times they are just them.
At the same time, time also washes them and they gradually grow.
"Your Highness, have you forgotten me?" The way he was chatting and laughing stung his eyes.
Why can he forget a relationship so easily? After all, didn't he love?
When he remembered, the clear spiritual platform became confused again. After more than ten years of accumulation, he didn't even know whether his feelings were love.
My mind is in a state of confusion.
"I'm sorry, I don't know if I love you or not; I'm sorry, I forget too easily... Mr. Fang, why, my heart hurts... It hurts so much."
Close your eyes, the dust has settled.