White Dew

But he didn't know how fondly that bastard had watched him lead Zhixia away. On the platform where the crowds had retreated, that bastard stood in the cold wind and watched the train go away. Tears fell down, sadly, as if I had lost my first love. I don't want to see each other every day, but we are so close. She didn't want him to know what she was secretly thinking. In front of his sister's tombstone, the young man once cried like a child. Conception: