Beautiful story. Gorgeous beginning, sadness begins to count.
For many years I have been looking for a familiarity. Xiao Xi's tenderness, Wu Feng's indifference and strength. Those incomplete endings that are left to be continued lonely the beauty of who meets whom.
Many years later, just like before, I still have nothing.
The prosperity is gone and thousands of lights are drunk, and I sleep alone listening to the sound of rain.
Sweet promises are hard to overcome the traces of fleeting years. We will eventually be unable to escape the fate of loneliness.
My name is Jiang Ming, from Tongzhou.