Mugwort grows on the edges, and the leaves of Xin Xin Pu are small. There is the sound of the piano in Lantian, and Ji Nu laments the passing of time.
Is this fate?
But when a nostalgic soul returns to the world, the entanglements in the past life and the grievances in this life, which path should let him persist in moving forward?
Is it brotherly love? Is it brotherhood? Is it a lover's love? Or is it the profound etiquette and righteousness that lie before every emotion?
She is too simple; and he is too gentle. They don't understand how to fight for themselves.
Until the gears of fate run over the wound again, perhaps the desire in their hearts will break through their bodies and embrace love...
Bianbiancao, this life - the virtual phoenix nirvana laughs intermittently, leans against the red luan and chokes up in silence