Lin Jian smiled sadly, with extremely sad eyes. Is a woman who can still dream of her old lover even if she sleeps next to her husband really worthy of his deep love? "Bai Mufeng, what's so good about him?!"
Jade Dzizhu held onto the doorframe, feeling a sense of guilt slowly welling up in her heart. "Actually, it's not that you are bad, but that the dead people... Have become eternal."
Purpose: This article eulogizes the great sentiment of sacrificing small feelings for the sake of national justice.