The grievances and grievances of seventeen years ago were like dormant poisons that spread deep and deep, seeping into the bones and blood as time goes by, biting people's minds.
Seventeen years later, the conspiracy was more about revenge than punishment for oneself.
Her world became bright and colorful because of his appearance, but from the initial dislike of each other to the endless love of each other, maybe it was just a conspiracy.
But she has no regrets, even if those happiness withers away instantly like fireworks, even if those memories are deliberately created to be like a dream.
However, he has appeared before, and even if it flows like a clear spring, it has left eternal water stains...