"Isn't this really what you want? Wen Yan, I'm sorry." Withered fingers like dry wood waved in the air, trying hard to catch the lost love, but finally hung down feebly.
The previous life gave Wen Yan glory and wealth, but took away his freedom. It wasn't until he was dying that Lin Hongxiao realized that what she gave him was not love, but pain, and scars that could not be broken for thousands of years. In this life, Lin Hongxiao woke up and roared through the clouds from the grand dream she had weaved. In this life, she would never miss Wen Yan again, never break his wings again, she would let him have the most perfect youth.
In this life, I will definitely love you well, Wen Yan.