The north and the south don't see each other and beg.
The sky is speechless and empty with tears,
Adversity is afraid of turning the boat.
Mo Dao's heart is not flesh and blood,
There is a reason for being helpless.
A bridge is full of love,
Both sadness is sorrow.
(Written during the plague period, the husband and wife were at the junction of Beijing and Gu'an, the tragic scene of the father delivering milk powder to the baby)? (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com