That year, it was misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. The girl turned around and picked up a red bean and slowly walked into the boy's heart...
That year, Beijing was covered with snow, and the young man lowered his eyes, but his brows were light but could not hide the joy of reunion...
In that life, the girl became a human again, and her past was troubled, but there was always a shadow in her heart...
In that life, the young man had experienced ups and downs, life and death, and prosperity, only then did he realize that everything in the world was just a word of love...
The entanglement of love and hate in that life, the separation and separation in that life, I only know that there is love and infatuation in the world, and I will not know it until I have read the world of mortals. This hatred has nothing to do with the wind and flowers, has nothing to do with the snow and the moon, it has nothing to do with you and me...