As fate would have it, Li Linlin had to sigh that God was unfair.
"We are all killed by swords, swords and guns." Li Linlin turned his head and looked at the sparkling lake.
"Yes, I was born at the wrong time, it's fate."
Liu Xiuer replied with a wry smile.
We meet each other on a piece of paper, until the face grows old, until the letter paper turns yellow and fades, the delicate handwriting is blurred, and the lover has long forgotten it.
Intention: Follow your heart