Forgetting again and again will eventually become an empty joy. She tossed and turned in the darkness, thinking that she would live in endless pain, but God actually let her see the light... It took her a year to make her favorite person fall in love with her, but in the end she forgot about him, and then accidentally remembered her origin. If forgotten again and again, whose greed and delusion are left? Let the years go by, let the emotions bloom and fade, let the sorrow be wanton, who will achieve success and who will be happy in vain? The two have been searching for half their lives, what will be the outcome? Love that is not destined but is destined, is it impossible to get it after all? "Xian'er, I'll accompany you to see the snow..."
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