Wearing clothes in the cold, my bones are not cold yet. When the wind blows, I go to the bridgehead bank, but the person has long since disappeared.
I didn't have any details, I just wanted to write a story, but I didn't expect that the story could be as sad as life.
Just like I love you now and later and for the rest of my life.
But you can only love me now.
I know I can't make you forgive me, so can you look at me.
(I will read this book after finishing "Yao Tai Xiao"! In my novel world, love cannot be incomplete!!!)
Intention: stolen love
