Yinyue Xuan looked at his leaving figure. There was deathly silence all around. There was no laughter and laughter before. One hundred years, for a soul, it is just a moment and will not change its appearance. But for a heart, it is suffering day and night. A hundred years can make love stronger or thinner. Yinyue Xuan counted the days, waiting alone with hope. She believed that she was lucky, and that love would only be strong, not thin.
???? But fate always has twists and turns to prove the intensity and thinness.