Sinking fish? Falling wild goose?
She is neither.
The meteor streaked across the sky, leaving only a trace, but the beauty of that moment will always be remembered.
The leaves spin in the air, even if they are nowhere to be found in the end, they will have no regrets forever.
"Luohong is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers."
In the vast world, he? She? Is it meant to be?
Are we destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but not opposite to each other if we are not destined to meet each other?
