Many years later, in the early morning, the foggy sky was so oppressive that Li Pengfei stood in front of the window, holding a thick stack of letters in his hand. He felt stuck in his throat and could not speak for a long time. His tears were rolling, and he stubbornly refused to give up. After a long time, he murmured to himself: My child, do you regret what happened now?
If Hu Su, who is so far away from Li Pengfei, could hear him, I think he would still be paranoid and say: I regret it, but it is worth it. I also thought about stopping, but no one was willing to give me a chance, or even a look.
A new grave was added to Binjiang City's "Returning Garden" Cemetery. On the brand-new monument, the three words "Wang Jiehui" looked chilly under the early winter sunset.
If your obsession is too deep, you will destroy others. The more unwilling you are, the deeper you will fall.
Working at the desk, studying, wandering around, drinking, sex, and wealth, facing a dead end;
Everything you encounter is after your choice.
Intention: to be passed down from generation to generation, for hundreds of years.