In the end, Zhou Zhou stood in the living room, watching Yang Jialing slowly leave, trembling and languishing on the ground, with tears silently streaming down her face. She finally lost him, who stood like an orchid tree and smiled like a bright moon in her arms.
She is like an ice spring dug in the cold winter. It does not experience four seasons, but only belongs to the cold winter. The ice and snow are made into flesh, and the cold is made into bones and blood. After flowing for many years, when she sees a dazzling fire, she envies its hot life, covets its warmth, and whimsically wants to get rid of the coldness, but forgets that she is in the winter when the glue is broken and the fingers are broken.
Purpose: Life needs love, and you have to move forward even when you lose it