In a locust flower season,
They meet...
——A man was picking up locust flowers scattered on the ground.
Another person sat on a tree branch and rested quietly
I saw the other person, but missed the other person's gaze
Maybe fate is always such a coincidence
When we meet again when we grow up, even though things have changed, we still remember them in our hearts.
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This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
