"The flowers are in full bloom, and the drunken dreams of spring come to an end." A drop of tears condensed and penetrated half of the plain paper. She thought that she no longer had the strength to retaliate against him, no longer had the strength to hate or love. Through the thin and cool photos. In his arms, the woman smiled slightly, and he lowered his head, covering his usually cold eyes. She is a talented man and a beautiful woman. Zhimo ignited the photo, and it disappeared into ashes, leaving no worries in the past.