Ripples of Smoke

Chen Yang was like a star, rowing to Li Yan's side Maybe it's fate, or maybe it's fate They warm each other and experience the best time in life together Many years later, the two of them stood under the sycamore tree Chenyang, winter is coming soon, we have passed another year Yes, another year has passed, Yanyan Chen Yang took Li Yan's hand and slowly walked towards their home. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.