The plum blossoms bloomed again in winter, and a sweet voice sounded: The flowers are blooming, so fragrant! Yun Qinghua looked at the woman next to him. He seemed to have gone back to 13 years ago, when he killed her love with his own hands. She never understood what she had done wrong. She was not wrong, he was wrong, he was completely wrong. No one would love someone forever. After she died, he was surrounded by a woman who was exactly like her. . . They have completely different personalities. She often cries, but he never coaxes her. She likes to laugh, but he doesn't like her to laugh. No one can always love someone. After 30 years of separation, his tears wet the pillow, and he knew that he loved her.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you