"You don't know how hard it is for us to love!"
Lin Heng collapsed and roared loudly. He howled about the injustice in the world, and his clothes had already been soaked with tears.
The green mountains in the distance are like a monster, spreading its teeth and claws to tear the sky into mottled patches. Pine needles fell all over the mountains, and the mountains that were originally full of life were cast into a thick blanket of deathly silence. The curling clouds and smoke lingered on the mountainside, sighing hazily.
Lin Heng seemed to smell the sweetness of cinnamon. When he opened his eyes, he suddenly realized that the osmanthus flowers all over the mountains and plains were so brilliant. He used to love the sweet-scented osmanthus the most, with its pure fragrance exuding and lazily hanging all over the treetops.
"Do you love me?" Du Ruo asked.
"I love you like a devil" Lin Heng replied, "What about you?"
Du Ruo smiled lightly: "I have become a demon."
Broken grief, why is it so difficult to love?