There is a poem in the world that you once read to me: You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent you to the world with a head full of snow. But Ah Rong, life is really too long, I don't want to wait that long.
Dying to you is not death.
This article is cruel, welcome to those who like sad articles~Crying cookies, laugh and cry at the same time.
Intention: true feelings