What is entangled is the haze and dusk, the white moon and the red tiles, the watery moon and the warmth in the mirror.
Chang Xuan encountered his own abyss when he was 23 years old. He would rather Ah Yue remember that he was indebted to her, and it would be better to bear it until death, like a thorn stuck in his heart, which would cause pain at the touch of it.
How could it be possible to let go easily? In the past, old accounts had to be turned over several times before they could be called mud. In dreams, corpses were whipped a thousand times and no one applauded, so how could it be called resentment.
Ayue wanted to watch this relationship go on forever, and no one could forgive anyone. If he hadn't acted so decisively, how could he have forgotten it.
"To put it bluntly, it's the lingering longing in Chang Xuan's heart. She only remembers Ah Yue as the cinnabar mole in her heart and the bright moonlight in her heart."
The 25-year-old Wen Yue only remembers Chang Xuan as a big failure in the green mountains and clear waters, a crane and ape crying in the millions of harvests.
You said you like summer, Chang Xuan, then I choose to leave you in winter.
I kissed the old photo album and cried bitterly in the cold wind. From then on, I was speechless in spring and autumn. My dignity was lost, my pride was shattered, leaving only a hollow and thin skin.
And Chang Xuan, you are the scar on my heart and the frost on my bedside.
Intention: Positive and uplifting