"Li Qingshen, at the age of twenty-eight, watched Ling Momo, aged twenty-two, being with his best friend, yet his dream remained unchanged; throughout his life, he still wanted to marry her..."
For Ling Momo, she had never heard such a touching story before. Although the words were seemingly ordinary, they were inexplicably stirring and hard to bear.
Standing in the misty rain on the wide road, tears dropped from her eyes one by one. The corners of her lips gently lifted in a perfect curve, blossoming into the most beautiful smile.
Li Qingshen continued to gaze deeply at his Qingcheng, his face also adorned with a faint smile, but his voice quivered with an indescribable tremor.
