Wang: I am always looking at you from a distance.
No encounter: We should not have met.
Secret love is like a cloud chasing the sun. Driven by the wind, it silently calculates the distance to the sun, and the sun's accidental exposure is both pity and torture.
Yu Xi once said, "Meng Zhang, I will always wait for you."
"Yu Xi, your hope is back." Meng Zhang murmured.
"I'm sorry, I made us miss it."
Later generations said: "The grapes in the purple vineyard are very sweet because the blood of the unfaithful people irrigated the vines."
"Love lasts forever, what a pity."
Intention: secret love