After many years passed, Song Zhi would still think of Jiang Yu. His eyebrows were cold and his face was as white as jade.
When I think about it carefully, it seems that during the days they met, they didn't say anything, and they seemed to have already said all they had to say.
It turns out that this life is just a spring banquet that will eventually break up. It's just that there are some people who you thought could stay until the end of the table, but you didn't expect that they would leave early.
The heart of a person who always hates is not as good as water. After getting to know Jiang Yu, Song Zhi truly understood this poem.
Intention: What a great thing to love