Finally, one day I can stand side by side with him, looking at the green mountains and rivers, the panic of lights, and the fine snow blowing all over my body.
Isn't it very happy to think of this? The fifteen-year-old Jun Ying couldn't help but laugh, his eyes full of longing.
But if you ask 19-year-old Jing Chengyan this sentence again, she will only answer like this: "No. Standing at such a high place, it is still snowing, and I feel very cold."
Those things she once wanted to achieve, it turned out that she had forced herself to give up long ago.
What we have now seems to be something that is enviable. But in the days of beauty and fine dining, there is actually a long-term unspeakable pain.
I can't stand the melancholy, the empty mountain and the moon are dim again.
Intention: How many happy days can life have?
