White Clouds Are Beginning to Set

In the cold ward, the pale-faced Lin Chuxia lay weakly on the bed, her formerly dark and lively apricot eyes filled with bloodshot eyes. The face of the handsome and mature man beside the bed was full of love, "Xia Xia, are you really not going to tell her? Maybe she will hate you forever." Lin Chuxia's expression was sad, with bitterness filling the corners of her mouth, and she sighed helplessly, "Cousin, in order for Yun to live happily after I leave, I must do this, even if she hates me." Five years later, the former lovers meet again. Will they start over again or be strangers? All in "White Clouds Under the First". If you want to send colorful notes and rulers, where can you tell if the mountains are long and the rivers are vast?