Jiang Yan's life for the first fifteen years was like a messy black cloth, with no other color except black. When I met Song Jia in high school, it was like pure white paint blooming with colors on a black canvas. Jiang Yan's complex emotions and unspeakable love for Song Jia are hidden deep in her heart and will never be known to the world.
This is my first time writing, please forgive me if my writing is not good.
Motto: Love is always two-way
