That year, he said, hold your son's hand and grow old together with him.
That year, he was the young master, but she became the head of the family.
That year, her eyes no longer had any warmth, and the look she looked at him seemed as cold as ice.
That year, she lost, lost her future, and lost her family.
If I had known that you could not let go of prosperity, you would not have a short and ridiculous future like a story.