Ye Xin, Ye Xin, no one calls her like that anymore.
On the damp and cold seaside, He Lian sat alone on a high platform, the cold sea breeze ruffled her hair, and the lonely moonlight stretched her delicate figure so long. Perhaps she was in trance, and a drop of hot tears fell into He Lian's heart.
"Jingchen, let's go see the snow-capped mountains."
"He Lian, such a familiar name."
"Whether you have had a crush on me in the past twelve years or not is no longer important."
"How could I forget you, my love."
Intention: If God is sentimental, he is also ruthless. Love will lead to separation in the end.