Isn't it just to leave Song Jiangli? Where can such a degree of separation go? Xu Xinming thought so. But she always feels lost in the deserted corners of the night. The prayer beads were turned over and over in the hand, and in the room where the cigarette smoke was diffused and the eyes were slightly hazy, I felt a sense of peace floating in my mind.
Xu Xinming will not give in to fate! But was fate a bit too harsh on her?
O Bodhisattva!
Intention: Strength is born from cowardice