Green Willows Are Long, Lonely and Speechless

I remember Paul once said in "Alchemy": "Every dream search begins with the courage of the founder and ends with the test of the conqueror." I don't know who is the founder and who is the conqueror between Ji Yanmo and me. After all, no matter what, our test has long ended in failure. When I was eighteen years old, I met Ji Yanmo. At that time, in March, the grass was growing and orioles were flying, the willows were green, and the poplar flowers were blooming. The young love was green and sweet, but it drove me to a dead end. My name is Gu Qing, indifferent Gu and deserted Qing. That person's name is Ji Yanmo, the forgotten Ji, the stranger's stranger, the words of his words. She is the daughter of a criminal. Her father's imprisonment, her mother's tragic death, and the unspeakable truth behind it made her choose to escape, wander, and live in exile. He is the CEO of the Ji family, and he broke her wings in an almost cruel way just to keep her in his cage. When the past is revealed, should we hold my son's hand and grow old together with him, or should we see each other as if we have not seen each other? How can being affectionate be like being ruthless?