Liangliang, do you know what it is to love but not have it?
She had been away for ten years, but she still left the unforgettable things to time or to herself.
What is love that cannot be reached is probably that every time I dream in the middle of the night, I can't reach you, and when I open my eyes, there is only boundless darkness. The pain that ripped open the wound was nothing more than that.
Her return, his protection, is it a reunion or a miss.
Bai Muchen, I am An Liangliang, the coolness of three o'clock water.