"Once upon a time, the sea was too difficult for water, except for Wushan, it was not cloud. Wait for me, Chu Zhen." The man neatly put a silk handkerchief into the box, locking up his lifelong concern for her.
"This is the last thing I can do for you. I don't want to wait for you anymore, and I have no regrets." The woman turned and left without hesitation, and her numb face no longer had the tenderness it had when we first met.