If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
But if we had never met before, what would we be like now? Destiny arises in one life, and ends in half a lifetime. Love is deep but shallow. Even if the case is raised and eyebrows raised, it is difficult to reconcile...
The infatuation remains unchanged, and the mountains and rivers of the homeland are shattered. After the flashy dream, my body and mind are disabled.
"When I sleep in the autumn night under the cloth, I can see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers before my eyes." The lead has been washed away, and the oaths in my ears have long since dissipated. In a life of persistence, is there still a place for the flowers of explanation to bloom in that dimly lit place?
If life were just like the first time we met...
Her name is Weiyang, and this is where all this story begins.