The flowers in the sea of flowers will never wither, and Yu Wan's thoughts are only for Xu Qing.
Flowers fill the hills, and the sun shines on the dewdrops above.
The old man opened the door, and the flower shop wrote, "You can't buy a person's thoughts in the flower shop, embedded in the petals and contained in the heart."
She was sitting in a rocking chair with various flowers placed next to her.
"Grandma, how do you sell these?" People passing by saw it.
"Not for sale."
"Ah?! Why?"
"They have their own stories that money can't measure."
"Then why did you release it?"
"They're waiting for the wind."
"Oh, okay." The passerby left.
She stood up and took out the yellowed diary and wiped her eyes.
"Alas." Maybe it's because I'm older, and even though I don't like to talk, I still have to sigh to express myself.
Pink catkins behind the mountain are full of strange flowers. The waterfalls are flowing, the river is calm and clear, and it is dotted with algae and moss.
Wind chimes ringing, secret flower shop.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
