The night in Beijing is cold.
Jiang Sheng felt more than once that the nights in Beijing were harder than those in Xitang, probably because the moonlight was more dazzling.
Those days in Xitang were better than the iron locks on the Third Ring Road in Beijing that could never be broken through. People could only stare at the so-called sky outside the Third Ring Road. But so what? Zuo is just living in peace and doing nothing for his whole life.
However, there was always someone who would put a scarf on Jiang Sheng's head when she looked up at the night sky in Beijing and tell her that she could do it.
When they met again, Jiang Sheng was already smiling and Yan Yan walked quietly past Chen Yunian, holding her belly.
Not anymore.
Jiang Sheng is no longer the twenty-year-old Jiang Sheng, and Chen Yunian is no longer the twenty-two-year-old Chen Yunian.
Intention: Love has no results