Jiang Shu stood by the window, looking up at the brightest star in the sky. Her eyes were scarlet, and she complained for the first time in three years.
She said, Xu Wang, it turns out that the Clover in Lanshan doesn't work at all.
He can be riddled with holes or rotten driftwood in the water, but Jiang Shu must be herself, a jasmine flower blooming in the sun, facing the rising sun, warm and out of reach
Intention: "What if we hadn't met?" "Then I wouldn't be where I am today."