The narrow and damp air-raid shelter was packed with people, and the air was filled with a musty smell mixed with a touch of blood. Not many people spoke in the crowd, only bursts of sobs could be heard from time to time.
Ning Shu: "Zheng Nian, what I pursue has never been these so-called communist ideals. What I want has always been you."
If, if, if really there is if
I hope we can meet in the society you mentioned.
Concept: Love trapped by the times