The white horse is late and the autumn wind is bleak. The setting sun gradually sets in front of the small building, leaving only a trace of plain clothes standing there for a long time.
Like flowers and beautiful families, it's hard to stop the passage of time. The face that was once stunningly beautiful will eventually become haggard.
Maybe it was a mistake to meet each other, or maybe it was the only right thing in her life.
No matter how bad, childish and crooked a story is, just save it...
After all, it has been on my mind for a while...