In the winter of the fifth year of Mingli's journey, I met an old friend at a post station not far from the pass.
That man was just like the black-robed man in black robes in his memory, and he could see through it with just one glance.
But the other party seemed to have no intention of acknowledging each other. Mingli knew his difficulties, but chose to have nothing to do with him. Thinking of the childhood vows, ten years have passed since the name Shuoqiu went from being a playmate to being a husband, and then being talked about by the world.
Turning the clouds, he had fallen down and then risen again in all the worlds. After going through a road that seemed extremely far away and difficult, he finally found her with a trace of breath.
Just like birds returning to each other.
A little bit of white among the green and brown waves, that smear of ink is also looking forward to, begging to be soaked in her.
"Ah Tan, no one can care about me now, do you want me or not?"
The heart is firm, and a trace of affection is still there to save him. On the cliff, he only wants someone to return to Hong Kong, and it is his heart.
Intention: Inspirational, never give up