When I opened the grave, the first thing I saw was the clouds and past events of the past sixty years, winding and twisting, with no end. Inside, there is a thick diaphragm that separates the deepest part of his heart from the world.
Yes, my brother is alive, but she knows why he lives for. Before revenge, it was the enemy, and after revenge, it was her sister.
However, Jiang Muxue knew the most, at the very bottom of the grave, his dead family.
Whether the enemy dies or dies. Her relatives, former family, will never come back.
The saddest thing in the world is not that you exhale a vent, or that you treat others with the same way, but that even if you finish all this, the beauty that originally belonged to you will not come back.
No matter whether it is in the day-to-day work and life, or the dreams that are dreaming about at night, those people and things will never come back.