A person's destiny is like the lines on his palm, no matter how twists and turns, it is always in his own hands.
When you wake up, you should go to the person you dream about in your dream.
"I dreamed about you last night, I mean, I came to find you."
"That love letter has fourteen lines in total. I wrote it seriously. Does the bet still count?"
"What's the difference between her being like this and dead?"
Shen Feng: "She and I are just tools in the struggle for family interests."
Shen Ling: "Don't you have any love for her at all? Then why did you marry her?"
"Love fades with time, but hate grows deeper."
"What about you, are you willing to fly away with me?" Zhang Ying slowly tightened her grip on Shen Ling's hand, as if she wanted to take back the hand they had missed for more than ten years.
The two mothers followed behind them, holding several people's tickets for that afternoon in their hands.
Concept: Young people's thoughts, love will meet again