There are two idle words, watching the waning moon together. A gentleman makes an appointment, and it has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
In that distant and strange era, what he longed for was never love.
She said, let those pains, those injuries, and those destructions be a passing thing. I only want to remember your goodness as long as I live.
She watched as he destroyed and shattered everything she believed in step by step.
She was distraught, "You are so cruel. For everything you have and your power, you have put me in danger."
He frowned indifferently and cut off all her thoughts with just one sentence: "I am not a lover."
In the complicated war-torn world, who is more cruel than who?
They passed through so much prosperity, but in the end they never reached anyone's prosperous age.
In this life, we will always be strangers.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to cover my sleeves and hide it deeply.
If there is an afterlife, I would like to put on light makeup in the mirror.