Li Bai has a poem that says: A man comes riding a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to make green plums.
If there were no ifs, this would have been a heartwarming love story between childhood sweethearts. However, a sudden change burned out all possibilities.
Time flies, ignorance is no longer
Facing his revenge, what kind of thoughts did she have while watching indifferently?
Faced with her ruthlessness, can he see through the fog?
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2013.8.28
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