Two young and beautiful girls: Xinyue and Rushui.
Different personalities, different choices, different love paths.
Love and sorrow, where is the way back?
It was as if he was a dream in her heart that would be shattered if touched.
They couldn't bear to recall the last time they hugged each other.
Baby, no matter where you are in the future, make yourself happy. Because being a happy person is a responsibility.
I now know what it means to be manipulated by fate. But I still don't believe it. I must be with you.
When the last light in front of his eyes was about to disappear, a pure and sad smile appeared on his face. He remembered the poem Ru Shui had copied to him in the letter: "The Death of the White Bird" by Xi Murong.
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