There Will Be No More Wind to Wake Up

When living becomes the last way to die... Gu Nancheng: The light that breaks into the darkness is not guilty. Shen Jibai: I had a dream and couldn't wake up for a long time. The light of summer, the breath of wind, and the chirping of cicadas are not as shining as the one on the stage. The sky has never been so blue. The fog lost the tower, and the moon lost its beauty; Gu Nancheng that day smoothed away the unique summer depression.