Lin'an Fengyunlu

I used to think that when I was sad, I would shed a lot of tears. It turns out that true sadness cannot shed a single tear. Jingse sat in the garden and looked at the fish in the pond quietly, and seemed to look through the water in the pond into the deeper darkness. "I know Yi Huanian's death has hit you hard, but people can miss the past, but they can't stay in the past." He comforted. Jingse ignored him and continued to stay there. "No matter how long the night is, dawn will eventually break." He continued to comfort him. "There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years."