I Dream That You Cry but I Can't Hug You

When longing and time had a beautiful encounter, the surging tide set off layers of ripples, and she only wanted to miss her like a tide. It is like poetry, walking on the blue stone road in the alley; picturesque, under the oil paper fan in the rainy season, it stretches alone for a long time. Life played a big joke on her. She was born in a poor family and transformed into a rich man. Her shy love started in college. She finally went through many difficulties and the palace of marriage had already beckoned to her. However, life was always naughty, sinful money, and the rise and fall of enterprises. When she turned back, she could only choose to leave. Love is a fool, wounds are essential in love, and success is accumulated from scars. Complicated relationships, unclear seniority, who belongs to whom? Now at a fork in the road again, how would she choose?