Cang Lian blooms once every three years, bears fruit once every three years, and ripens once every three years.
It takes three years of scorching sun, three years of wind and frost, and three years of rain and snow to grow a thousand strands.
It took Tang Xing three years and three years to truly understand Cheng Yu.
When we first met, he was a bright young man in yellow, with big glazed eyes that looked arrogantly at the crowd.
Goodbye, the wheelchair is bare and the corners of the eyes are frosty.
In the first three years, he thought he didn't understand love
During the second three years, he thought he really didn't love her
But in the end, after another three years, he may still not understand that it is just the impermanence of the world.
Sweet and sadistic essay: cold-faced white sweet puppy attack & bright melancholy pampering lover
Intention: Only you can detoxify me, only you know my pain deeply
