She is the daughter of a scholar, and he is just a passerby who will die soon. In this encounter, what we love is true, and what we hate is not true...
Lin Jinchen, if I didn't think of anything, would it not be so painful?
"Xie Nanshu, run to my house!"
"I know-"
Note: The chapter title of this article is taken from the ancient music "No Longer Love to Send to Nanshan (Original Singing Nine-Three)"
Intention: Nothing is permanent, live well
