After waking up, should I still raise my glass to invite the second young master of the Bai family to drink with my eyebrows lowered and drunk with the moonlight?
Perhaps all this has been doomed for a long time. From the moment I was born, my fate began.
I can't get rid of it, and I can't get rid of it. It turns out that I have been bitter and resentful all my life, and it's rare that I can return to it in my dreams tonight.