The old joy is like being in the dream soul, and naturally the heart is broken, so why bother to watch the autumn wind.
Yang Jinwen stood on the edge of the broken bridge, two lines of bleak tears falling silently. The autumn wind was gentle, blowing on his body with a chill. The silent West Lake seemed to have hollowed out his heart. Who said a man is ruthless? Su Wan, if there are three thousand water, I will only take one ladle to drink...