That woman used her weak arms to create an unknown sky for him, giving everything she had just to wait for him for a future he could never know.
On the bluestone bridge, she caught sight of the gentle and jade-like young man, and she was never the same again.
She was meant to live in the world, but she died because of him. Because of him, she failed to live up to her oath and missed this splendid time.
In the era of turmoil and war, how many people sacrificed their children's personal relationships just for the sake of a picturesque and grand hegemony.
When everything returned to nothingness, she realized that the prosperity of the prosperous age would still return to dust in the end, whether it was bitter or joyful, it was nothing more than a dream.
According to the reincarnation of fate, love is deep and shallow, and love cannot stay together. Love in the world is generally like this. You can't avoid him when he comes, and you can't keep him when he leaves.
Some memories choose to stay in the dust, only waiting for an opportunity, then they will burst out of their cocoons and surge wildly.
But was the crimson feathered shirt under the pear tree that year still the same as before, and was the young man with the picturesque features still thinking about her?