The seawater flooded into my nose, and for a second, I thought of the way you held the wine glass in your hand, with your eyes full of contempt and sarcasm.
You said that Xin Yi Rui should not be called Xin Yi Rui, but should be called Rose Thorn.
When the summer wind in Helsinki blows against your cheek, will you remember a girl who once stood on the beach and said to you:
The eternal mountain is not as good as the instantaneous rose.
But, Xinghan, I love you, not just for a moment.
I remember everything about that summer.
The revolving lantern flickers and flashes the outline of life in the past few years.
If I knew that I would fall in love with you, it would not take more than the blink of an eye, but it would take nine years of youth to repair the wounds in my heart.
Should I forget that moment?
It doesn't matter anymore.
Cheng Xinghan, the sea water is so heavy.
It was so overwhelming that I couldn't breathe.
Purpose: A growth story about women's desire for love, and how they gradually understand themselves through gains and losses in love, reconcile with their original family, reconcile with their imperfect selves, reconcile with the love they cannot get, and finally find their direction in life.
