The plane roared across the clear sky, passing over the Pacific Ocean where the ocean currents surged, as if it was slowly moving away from the pull of fate.
"Ladies and gentlemen, our plane has left Shanghai for Detroit. Along this route we will fly over the vast Pacific Ocean..."
Through the cabin glass, a beam of light shone lazily on the side of Gu Nanqing's tired face, and the magazine in his hand fell casually on his knees. The golden outline is filled with fine fluff, which softens the coldness of the whole person.
Just too tired.
In the dense dream, the prosperity and desolation are not clear enough. The cavalry, the troops, and the criss-crossing shadows of swords and gleams of swords, the warm light of the cavalry rose up, roaring towards her against the strong north wind, was it him, or was it him? Suddenly, the whole world was transformed into a dark place, shaking earth-shatteringly.
She sat up in shock and almost knocked over the cup in front of her. The sun is falling quietly from the cracks of the bright blue sky through the clouds and fog, and it is beautiful and clear.
In the past, when I went there, the willows lingered; now when I come to think about it, it is raining and snowing.
Long song, long song. Such a beautiful and beautiful time, why can't I share it with you.
Once we say goodbye here, we will never see each other again.