The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side...
The jianjia is desolate, and the white dew is still lingering. The so-called beauty is on the water's edge...
The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the water...
Bai Lu never thought that one day she and her half-sister would fall in love with the same person, and neither one wanted to let go. I once made an ambitious promise, "My destiny is up to me." However, my life and death are actually controlled by the thoughts of others, or the words of the person I love deeply. The calamity that cannot be overcome, the love that cannot be loved, should be solved with one's own hands. Is it the yin and yang that separates and regrets the past, or the love that never trusts and never leaves each other...
"Since he can't forget, can't let go, can't let go, can't stop being cut off, and can't love, then let me solve it with my own hands. With my love, I will always wait for what he wants." ——Bai Lu