Mu Qing gave her whole heart to Mu Ziying, setting off for a banquet everyone envied. The world said she had lost her first love only to stumble into a breathtaking celebration. It wasn't until the cold, black mud at the bottom of the river nearly swallowed her that she finally woke up: she had never been heading to a feast. It was a carefully plotted death trap, designed to take her life.
A young heart's first love is like morning dew in the mountains, or the last snow at dusk: pure and clear, yet fragile and fleeting. The person who once shared her bed tried with their own hands to bury every last trace of her life. There was no sudden awakening, no tearful attempt to win her back. After facing each other across the line between life and death, all that remained was a divorce agreement, cleanly severing years of affection.
It began with a young love, and ended in desolation. Deep love cannot last; obsession comes to nothing. From then on, he would walk his smooth road, and she would endure the trials of the rest of her life. They stood at opposite ends of fate, never to meet again.
Nothing is more ironic than this: I bet my whole life on coming to you, while you tried to end mine without a sound. When the banquet of life was over, all that remained was her, covered in wounds, walking forward alone.
Theme: It began with a young love, and ended in desolation. Deep love cannot last; obsession comes to nothing.
People's hearts are full of ghosts. Now that I think about it, there is no need to be so worried about some things. Living your life well is more important than anything else.
Come on, everything will get better and better
I'm so afraid that my wife will write me off as depressed
This question doesn't bother me proud. Jpg
I really like Da Da's writing style, it's a rare style.
This style is so nice