The evening breeze blew across her face, but it did not extinguish her smoke.
She knew it was time to mend her broken heart.
In the Daming Temple, she did not seek life or death, she only sought to have nothing to rely on. She was surrounded by solemnity and her heart was at peace. After a long time, she stood up and murmured in a low voice, "Wish me good luck every day." Then she didn't look back.
She curled her lips and said, "Song Hao, I'm coming."
"If she can live a little longer, and a little longer, she will definitely love what she loves, and she will not change it even if a thousand people say it."
He is now like any other husband, forever waiting for his wife's breakfast.
He said, "You can be in pain and you can be crazy, but you can never burst into tears, absolutely not." Please, let her be strong.
On this land, Zheng Ruo was his only concern. He bowed his head only twice in his life, once for righteousness and second for petty love.
Intention: Life and death, love and hate, no amount of joy, no amount of regret can stop us from living towards the sun, even if we are alone.
