Her eyebrows were indifferent, her face was picturesque, and she had a hibiscus face, but she seemed to be heartless, loveless, and unconscious; he pursed his thin lips, his eyes were as sharp as arrows, and his eyes were as clear as picturesque, but he finally compromised for her. But in the love between two people, it is clear who compromises for whom? The grievances and grudges of the previous generation have nothing to do with me, and the love, hatred and resentment among the same generation have nothing to do with me either. I only want you. The mist in the dark night will eventually turn into nourishing dew on the flowers and leaves. Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.