Wen Qing sat in the corner, holding the script in his hand, as if he was reading it, but his eyes were a little empty. Fingers caressing the paper. Suddenly, she remembered her mother, her home far away in Licheng.

When she was still ignorant of the unknown, her mother often asked: Qing, do you know what the purest love in the world is? At that time, she was too young to understand what love was. She only remembered that her mother always had a gentle smile on her lips, looking ...