I choose to forget, I just want to live better. The pain of forcing oneself to forget, no one can understand... At that moment, finally found that love is a torturing game, the most loved people lost the most thoroughly!! The melodious sound of the violin is as intoxicating as the comfortable weather. The gentle wind brings a moist atmosphere. The sunshine spreads hope in every corner of Burano Island and reflects on the river. It is like embellishing a mysterious bead curtain on the river. With the light of the wind, there is a fascinating light.

Xia Yimo sat in a rattan chair, her hands caressed her bulging stomach,...