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It promises no redemption; it is itself a life-long, sweet, desperate drudgery.
Cheng Minghan and Su Wenyu were sitting in the pavilion playing chess.
"I can't let you go this time, I'm sorry," Cheng Minghan muttered. Cheng Minghan dropped the last piece, causing the chessboard to shake.
Su Wenyu lost, and the last bit echoed in his mind...
When people come to Luoyang, the flowers are blooming, but it's not spring when I come. Su Wenyu looks at Cheng Minghan, and there is a girl standing next to him. You look at me and I look at you and you smile. Su Wenyu leaves angrily, one person and one shadow under the sunset.
Your smile is like the sun that suddenly bursts into your arms and melts the accumulated frost in my eyes. The moment our fingers intertwined, the entire spring root system burst under our feet - countless wild flowers rushed out of the veins, instantly dyeing the folds of the world with fragrance.
Love is the echo of the abyss, the futile light on the island, the rusty and affectionate glance cast by the soul in eternal imprisonment to another prison.
Cheng Minghan and Su Wenyu are in love slowly
Intention: meet your opponent in chess; love life; persevere