Snow fell outside the window, and her tears wet the pillow cover.
Her three-foot green blade was still sharp, but she was already scarred.
A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years.
Changsheng, I have met many people since then. They are very similar to you, but they are just like you.
Changsheng, I miss you so much. I know you are not passionate about me, maybe you have been.
With a stupid smile, I become a devil for you.
Three feet of green front is her end of the world.