Every encounter has its own reason. The love you pursue hard is not love. The green plums wither and the bamboo horses grow old. From now on, everyone I love will be like you. The happiest thing is that the person you like also likes you. A three-year love story is expressed here. No matter what the outcome is, I have no regrets and hope that lovers will eventually get married. The nightingale sings every night, and I miss you every night.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
