The setting sun is like blood, whispering softly, unable to stop the lover from leaving. The heart is shattered like glass, reflecting the setting sun like blood. After all, it was a nightmare.
When they met again, she leaned in the arms of the gentle man. In this life, it seems that there is no more entanglement.
The truth comes out, it turns out there was a misunderstanding, but facing the elegant and domineering him, where to go?