The light is refracting, shining on everyone's face, and the water reflects more beautiful waves... I love you beyond words, but I can't get you back after losing you...
The things of childhood cannot be returned, and the moment of escaping responsibility reflects the future.
On that rainy day, Yan Hehuai held the person in his arms and looked at the woman in a wedding dress in front of him. He suddenly realized that the person in his arms was the love of his life, but she was covered in blood and dying...
Is this a farce or a tragedy? Various beginnings reflect various endings, but this ending has a beautiful beginning.