"I want to cry, Lin Yan."
"Well, it's okay, just lean on me and don't talk."
He lowered his eyes, with an unclear smile on his lips: "After so many years of love, it only takes a moment to give up. It's a loss. I only know the loss now."
All kinds of shackles burn the body in pain.
I, Cui Rong, just want Ji Linyan back.
"You thought that love gave up like smoke, you thought that after the fierceness, there was only silence, you thought that Mo Xue didn't wake up, you thought that the horse was dead in the distance. You said you didn't understand. Cui Rong, a man named Ji Linyan told you, it's okay, even if you don't understand, I will let you experience love and hate for thousands of lives in the world. My presence is enough, not just what you think."