Wen Xiangyu scratched her head and walked to the balcony. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know whether she felt aggrieved or helpless. She lit a cigarette and quickly put it out - Lin Zi wouldn't let her smoke. The bright moonlight stretched the shadow, and the shadow was filled with her sorrow.
Intention: Looking back on the past, the good and the bad are actually hard to let go of