The evening breeze brushes past the days gone by; clouds turn to butterflies. Flowers confess their love at dusk, while a shepherd's flute wanders through the fields. When the song ends, people part. Treasure the one before you., Editor's note
The moment he breathed his last in front of her, Dong Fenglin finally realized that she could not live without him. She had grown used to having him in her life.
One thought can make a demon, one thought can make a Buddha. At last, she let go of the demon in her heart, but he was already gone.
He left in peace, without even a single bone for her to keep.
If time could turn back, as long as he stood among the crowd, she would go find him, even if mountains and seas lay between them.
But how many what-ifs can there be in this world?
Life is like a dream. How many moments of joy can we have? All our joys and sorrows seem like empty talk.
The wise do not fall in love.
I was a demon wandering the world, but you were a star I could not taint.
Cool and celibate male lead vs. bewitchingly beautiful female lead
Theme: Love
This style of writing is like that of a classmate of mine