Yan Ding Sansheng

A handkerchief wiped away the tears of his life, a piece of candy sweetened the years of his life, and a section of osmanthus fragrant the road ahead of his life. From then on, the name that was called out thousands of times on the high mountains was her; the faith that struggled to survive in the mud was her; the lovesickness that tossed and turned in the dark night was also her. ...