Liuxue Swears Summer, and Xinqiu Dynasties

Before the rain, there is the spring breeze. Before the wind, there are snowflakes. Before the snow, there is nothing. Autumn sweeps away all the fallen leaves. What sweeps into your eyes are mountains of red leaves and golden ginkgo trees, bathing in the warm sunshine that still has summer temperatures. Cats and dogs have already laid down on the ground and slept quietly. A few crisp wind chimes are the last traces of summer left by the wind. The sun is bright and sunny. Today is another clear autumn day. The autumn air is crisp and clear. I have had someone beside me since a long time ago. I am no longer envious, no longer confused, no longer bored with life. The one who stopped is the one holding the pen, right? Liu Xiaxue! ? My own personal experience, a little blurred, appears in the text as the love between me and her. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.