The waves crashed over, and the white foam gathered together. When they receded, they all dissipated, and the blue seaside and the horizon became a line.
I was addicted to it, and I knew she still loved me.
I turned around, and she hugged me gently, straightened my clothes, and then pushed me down with a smile, away from that world full of mundane things...
Intention: If it were not for the patriarchal thought, Lin Haimo would have lived a very happy life, but there is no what if...