The desert was extremely windy and sandy, and Li Qianruo could hardly see what was coming, so he wondered in his heart, was the snowfall at Jiulong Mountain twenty years ago the same?
When everything calms down, it's as if nothing happened.
But she wanted to know, were their eyes covered at that time, or were their hearts covered?
Maybe the answer is obvious, but it's a waste of time and everyone who makes the choice pays the price.
And we are the result.
Intention: Dependent origination and destruction cannot be controlled, good and evil, love and hate can happen in a single thought. All choices need to be borne by oneself. Life is rarely perfect, but I want to be worthy of my heart.