Some love can only reflect the depth with blood, and some love can only wash away sins with blood. This is a history of growth intertwined with truth and absurdity. Maybe you can see a knowing smile, maybe you can see the regret of Weiran's long sigh, maybe
You can see the memories that you look back suddenly, maybe you can see the unbelievable weirdness... maybe there is anger, maybe there is warmth, maybe there is joy and joy. Maybe, what you see is just numbness and indifference. The journey of life
What is truth, there are too many. Why are there so many? Because there is no single absolutely correct truth in the journey of life. What about you? Sooner or later, can you leave a message in the book review?