At the age of 16, the boy lost his left eye and everything he held dear.
The young man who read Qiu has since become a world-weary prodigal.
But, maybe I can't bear it.
God compensated him by giving him a beautiful rose season
Let the dark and humid world be filled with flowers. . .
"No one cares about the falling roses, I just laugh at this life but don't dream about it"
"Did you write this?" Jiang Yueyi asked with a frown.
"What, you don't like it?" Huo Nianqiu smiled, held her hand, and added a few more sentences.
"However, the flowers are blooming again now. I take you with my bare hands to break the willow branches."
Intention: Go forward, no matter how difficult the road is. There is always someone who will stay by your side and watch the vicissitudes of the world with you.