There are always some people in your life who are as precious as ancient pottery in the desert. Each one is broken and one is missing. To Tao Mo, Jiang Yubai was the only one, and he was also the broken jar that he held in his hand even if it was broken.
——A long time ago, there was a man who was walking on the road carrying a very beautiful jar. He accidentally made a "pop" sound and the jar fell on a big stone on the side of the road, and it suddenly broke into pieces. When passers-by saw it, they couldn't help but sigh, feeling sorry that such a beautiful jar was broken into pieces. But the man who broke the jar acted as if nothing had happened, and continued on his way without turning his head or even looking at the jar.
At this time, people passing by were surprised, what a beautiful jar, what a pity it broke!
Afterwards, someone asked this person why he did this?
The man said: "Why bother with a jar that has been broken?"
What is lost is lost. However, Tao Mo couldn't be as free and unrestrained as in the story, even though his love with Jiang Yubai had been broken for many years.
Can we be together, because I love you. She knows the depth of her love.