Someone said that the sun and the moon are a tragedy, but it's not so. Although they never meet, they always look forward to meeting. They forever live in hope, which is another kind of faith in life.
Ye Tian gazed at that beautiful photograph. The two girls rarely showed their mischievous and cute sides, and his mouth unconsciously held a gentle smile.
Sitting on the sofa for about ten minutes, his mood gradually improved, and he went up to the second floor.
Lin Chumo's room also carried a touch of girlish decor, but it mainly remained simple, just like the first time he met her, pure as a snow lotus, untouched by a speck of dust.
Beside her bed, aside from a lamp, there was a photo of her in school uniform, holding Ye Tian's arm, eyes full of happiness.
Walking into Mu Yunxi's room, it had the elegance and nobility of a woman with a distinguished family background. A Picasso painting hung quietly on the wall, reflecting a girl's pursuit of art.
