Looking back on the past twenty years, Zhou Zhi was like Zhang Dai from Shu, as if he had been in a big dream, like a lifetime ago.
Falling into the darkness, she couldn't see the light, and her eyes, which were always filled with smiles, also quietly changed to an indifferent background in the darkness.
Fu Rujing almost didn't recognize her.
The person who once liked him so openly and unrestrainedly has been there for three years, and his eyes are as clear as an ancient well. When he sees him, his features are no longer as bright as before.
Only at a certain moment, he seemed to be able to see the unyielding soul in her body, her back as tight as a poplar tree, standing upright in the cold wind.
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