"My dear, do you hate me because I have had sex with others?"
I lowered my brows only because of sadness, which dripped into my heart.
"Do you know how much my heart ached when I stood under the plum blossom tree that night, looking at the lights and trembling curtains in the house?"
Su Qing lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly, the tide of emotion in her eyes flowing down the corners of her eyes. She pursed her lips and stopped talking.
Love, it makes lonely souls collide, cleanses sinful and pure hearts, and burns hotly.
Love, it burns in despair, blooms with poetic sparks, and finally turns to ashes in desolation.
Intention: Two-way redemption and pure love