The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
She was a bloody plum blossom in his childhood, which melted into his heart and became an indelible cinnabar mole.
He was the first man she fell in love with as an adult, and she was so afraid that Bai Yueguang would eventually become a piece of rice in the corner of her clothes.
What she brought to him was the warmth of love, but what he brought to her was bitterness.
Are his love words honey or poison? Can she survive the desperate situation after falling in love?