Song Nian worked hard to build a future with He Yiping, and they sat together under the maple tree in the old house as if the pain and grudges had never happened. My love for you is the seed buried deep in my youth and the gentle night wind in midsummer. Beautiful writing about modern cities, strong attack and weak reception.
Hypocrisy and soft sword attack, the sick, the weak and the virtuous will suffer.
Concept: Sad love experience amid stumbling blocks