From the moment he took that step, his fate was as ghostly as obsidian. The cloud of fate gradually became clear, and in the end, there was only a layer of darkness. Little did they know, it was an endless abyss, a layer of holes that could not be opened. There are always so many things coming from the edge of the unknown. What she was obsessed with left her one by one; what she feared and resisted forced her to despair for a time. At the end, he said: "She still has him, and Hibiscus still has her favorite Ye Can." Beilei returned to Wen again. Fate overturned the arrangement in the book again. It is difficult to maintain a relationship that can be broken off at the drop of a hat. The moth finally flew towards her stove willingly, and she finally realized that the hibiscus bloomed until it was in full bloom, but it was just that, ridiculous. Everything she had experienced before was just a dazzling residual warmth in the setting sun of her youth.