The waves and undercurrents under the calm sea, the hot magma covered by the tranquil crater, accumulated thickly, and the red-hot rocks were pushed to high altitudes and then fell rapidly, leaving thousands of red scratches. A large amount of gas wrapped in smoke and dust, forming huge mushroom clouds, wrapped in volcanic ash, burning the skin, piercing the internal organs, penetrating the meridians, and thus the gray man was born.
During her short 24 years, she spent half of her time waiting for someone.
She was Miss Qiao from the imperial capital, the incomparable flower of the high mountains. She had saved a person three times. They were childhood sweethearts, a talented man and a beautiful woman, and they were equally matched. Except for one sentence that had not yet been spoken, they were just like an ordinary couple. She thought they would be as beautiful as in a fairy tale, and everyone thought they would be as beautiful as in a fairy tale.
Until one day, everything changed, and she could only exist in his peripheral vision, watching him give the care he once gave her to another person, watching his own special cases being enjoyed by another person. She looked at him and her, as if she saw them in the past. When the persistent belief collapsed, the end of the world no longer seemed scary.
Falling from the sky is no match for the story of Qingmei.
[Demining Zone: The early stage is similar to the ancient plot of Qingmei vs Tiansheng, but later it is reversed. The male and female protagonists are childhood sweethearts SC. If you don't like it, don't comment.]
Intention: A smooth life will also encounter storms
