Waiting for Love to Spread

In Xishan Cemetery, next to a tomb, a small earthen bag bulged humbly, a cluster of white lilies swayed beside the tombstone, and the whistling wind told of the sadness of the past. Yang Yu left his time to Longyu, but his heart left with Yun Qian. The moment the innocent Longyu was pressed hard on the bed by the brother-like Cheng Feng, she humbled herself into the dust. It turned out that the beauty was just a gorgeous scam. Who gave their sincerity to whom, who gambled their years for whom, and who turned whose infatuation into quicksand between fingers? The veins in the palms have already destined the love of this life. Perhaps, we knew from the beginning that there would be no result, so we were so unscrupulous, and then embarked on the journey of our respective destiny with mottled wounds.