"A Liang, I've been waiting for you," he said, with a faint smile on his lips that she knew all too well, "Waiting for you to be willing to come into my arms."
"I can give you whatever you like. If I don't have it, I'll give it to you." He looked at her, with helplessness in his eyes that she didn't want to understand.
"Why did you alone give him the opportunity, but it was me, and you still didn't learn enough?" His voice was like a sigh, matching the wind, as if it were silent.
If there is a person, even though his iron hoofs trample all over the world, he still regards you as a treasure. Are you really willing to let his expectant eyes dim?
If there is a person who would rather bear the world's blame alone than let you go. Can you really leave him behind and fall into the arms of another person?
She was in a dilemma.
"Then, let me end it all." Her eyes were lingering on his face, and the flaming red skirt fluttered in the wind, with a trace of strange tragedy...