Fu Jiu died.
Meng Jiaqie didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky in this life. Her mother died when she was one, but she had a grandfather who loved her and the seven winters and summers of childhood in Rong Xitang; her grandfather died when she was eight, but she met Fu Jiao.
Fu Jie was twenty-six years old when we first met him.
Fu Jie was just thirty-seven years old when he left her.
Fu Jie is as gentle as snow under the grand flower trees.
"Fu Jie." She whispered, "Can you not leave me."
Can you give me another thirty years? I haven't had time to love you yet.
Intention: In this world of feasting and feasting, I only like you.
