When we first met, it happened to be that the peach blossoms had just begun to bloom. That time, I was still young. Silk silk and pink daisy came like the first rain, wind and flowers blowing in the willows in early spring. He heard his heart beating, but he was outside the world of mortals. If he needed to send a Buddha for love, a thousand words were not enough. He sat alone on the steps in front of the tiles and looked back in the empty space. She was the last one. Just like the clouds and smoke. When she was scattered in this world, she met the wrong person and fell in love with the wrong person.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
