Ming Jiang picked up a wordless book, and she relied on it. If she didn't fill it with stories, she wouldn't be able to sleep well every day. In desperation, she had no choice but to start a journey through time and become a story recorder.
"In this life, we can always be born in the same quilt and die in the same hole."
"If you lie to me, then we will forget each other in the world, neither seeing nor thinking about each other."
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Love, hate, hatred, clouds and clouds, fate plays tricks on people, I can only guard my heart.