Looking for Flowers in My Dream for Three Thousand Miles

That year, under the cherry blossom trees, we made a reservation when we were young, and our destiny was tightly tied together. Not long after, the gypsies told us in a divination that the distance of three thousand miles was my destiny, and I just smiled and brushed it off; a few years later, we were no longer the same travelers, but we blossomed and bore fruit separately on the road of love... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.