The dark trees, the dark sky, even the moon is so dim. A few wisps of dark clouds floated coldly, and a cool breeze rose, and the leaves rustled and fluttered.

Ling Li stayed at the Yaxing Hotel all day, staring at the door longingly, as if now as long as the door moved, she would run over to greet her. However, even if she saw through the door, there was still no half-figure.

For this beloved man, the only information she knows is: his name is Hua Yileng, as for where is he from? Where to stay? I don't know what his identity is, and even the identity of his killer is deduced by her, and it has never really been confirmed.

However, she just couldn't control her thoughts about him, she couldn't get back the feelings she had given to him, and her heart could never return to the peace before she met him.

Hua Yi is so cruel, after making waves in her world, after occupying her heart, she left ruthlessly, and she hurt her in the most drastic way, making her miserable!

Despite this, she still loves him deeply and doesn't want to let go, she has never loved someone so much, at this moment, she can finally understand Guo Wei's mood: she can't get it, but she is reluctant to let go, even if she is covered with bruises and holes, she will love that person unswervingly to death.

The mobile phone has been playing Jay Chou's "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" repeatedly, and the lyrics, she can't help but shed tears when she listens to it:

The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world,

How many love debts are there in a lifetime?

If you acquiesce, life and death wither, etc.,

Waiting for the rings of the year.

Whose soul was broken by the broken layers of the Futu Tower,

The pain went straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp collapsed.

Let me wait a little longer, history turns,

Waiting for the wine to be mellow and waiting for you to play a guzheng.

The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates, entrenched in the roots of old trees,

The stone slab reverberated and waited.

The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village,

Fate is our ......

Listening to the laughter of youth envy many people,

The annals of history are too ruthless if they are gentle and refusing to write.

Fireworks are easy to cold, and personnel are easy to separate.

And you're asking, am I still serious?

After a thousand years, who is still waiting?

And how can Qingshi not really Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you are following, you have passed through the door in your previous life,

Follow the red dust, follow me for a lifetime.

The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep.

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates, entrenched in the roots of old trees,

The stone slab reverberated and waited.

The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep.

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

Fate takes root in us,

Fate is our ......

Garan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity.

Ling Li seemed to be abusing herself, knowing that this song would make her cry, but she still listened to it over and over again as if she was poisoned, and then cried again and again, as if she would never stop crying without crying dry.

The couple next door to Ling Li couldn't stand her crying and changed rooms.

In the middle of the night, she would wake up with nightmares, because she kept dreaming about the images of that night, and every time she woke up, she burst into tears and her pillow was wet. And Hua Yileng has never appeared since that day, as if he had evaporated in the world, and disappeared cleanly in her world; However, Ling Li's world is full of him......