The drizzle is pouring, and the promises are gradually forgotten. Those beautiful feelings are as pure and crystal clear as the dewdrops in the morning.
The short days, for Qing, feel like a lifetime ago, and she is endlessly tired.
If they are destined, why can't they be together? If they are not destined, they met each other in the world of mortals, and then got to know each other and fell in love. But what she didn't expect was that the love that was once so beautiful would end up being just someone else's shadow. She was unwilling to accept it, and she didn't believe that their love was just like the breeze blowing gently, leaving no trace or ripple. Could it be that with the passage of time, those accumulated feelings can only disappear like smoke in the past. . .
Conception: