-Who can define time? Everyone has something they should do. As long as you live in the present, it is not a waste.
-Death is just a concept, and disappearance is a reality she can feel.
-No matter how ridiculous it sounds, she hopes Jiang Yuanyan can at least tell her that this is normal.
- Jiang Yuanyan's eyes were no longer indifferent, but instead filled with a moment of deep compassion, like the autumn rain that was too thick to melt away.
-Human life span is like a drop in the ocean in the long river of time, but reproduction is a link, threading these millets into silk threads that can compete with the long river. But some threads are destined to be lost in the mighty waves of history.
-You said I was a free man.
-The slanting sun was chasing her, and the figure on her body that was silently fighting against the world was loosening and cracking, revealing a few rays of relaxation like the warm sun of the setting sun.
Intention: To inspire us who are confused and trapped. There are so many comebacks against the wind, but we are just struggling to move forward.