The exposed embankment is flat and the smoke villa is gone.
Chaotic green and lush,
Jiang Tianxiao after the rain.
After reading many romance novels and TV series, I often feel sad for the affectionate supporting male characters in them. Why do you still pretend to be cool and wave your blessings and say goodbye when you don't get a response when you clearly love me? This kind of scene is more heartbreaking than shouting at the top of your lungs and looking back at your loved one. But when you truly love, who will see the lonely figure turning away?
The farthest distance in the world. . . . . .