The leaves of the sycamore trees have fallen and rustled in the rain, and the yellow flowers outside the curtain are particularly withered.
I just said that I was confused at that time, but now I know how deep my love is.
In a turbulent era, he was the young master of the He family from the wealthy side of Shanghai, and she was an ordinary comely woman living in the streets and alleys.
They were two people with two paths. A chance acquaintance and a meaningful look back tied the knot of their fate.
Can his brief acquaintance with her outweigh that person's years of silent protection? And she knew that she loved him, but she couldn't let go of the habit of being attached to that person. He thought he had always been confident, but he was weak and scared because of her. Then I realized that no one is brave all the time, but I just haven't met the person who makes you think about everything.
When their love was finally about to bloom in the beautiful season, an unexpected incident made her choose to go away at all costs.
The war was chaotic, the sycamore leaves fell, and the separation of life and death caught them off guard.
That alley we walked together on a rainy day, suddenly looking back, a thousand years have passed.
He said: No matter from that moment on, no matter who falls in love with whom first, truly loving someone never requires the most intense attitude to prove the depth of the relationship, but I will always know in my heart that you are here, and I feel at ease.