"The green mountains are stacked on top of Wanwan Creek, and the forest path is full of twists and turns."
Lin Xi's life was just like in a poem, going around and around Qu Qingshan and exhausting everything, as if he was groping in a fog, but in the end he could not get out of it.
Qu Qingshan, doesn't he understand? From the ignorant feelings of my youth to the overflowing love now, how can I confess to you...
How could Qu Qingshan not understand? It was just that he understood too late, too late to do anything...
Purpose: Looking for the beauty of regret