My Child, Your Name Is Jiang Siyun

This is a love like a flower, as ordinary as a pine flower, even inconspicuous, but full of vitality; like a clear lotus in summer, although full of passion, it still retains the innocence it deserves; like the struggle of autumn chrysanthemums, in the bleak autumn, their story is so awe-inspiring; more like plum blossoms in winter, although they stand proudly on the branches, they are full of desolation. However, no matter what kind of flower it is, it is destined to bloom once a year. When the plum blossoms fall, their love finally comes to an end. God has destined that this is just a miserable tragedy. Even the plum blossoms standing proudly on the branches cannot bear the change of seasons. If you like it, you can repost it to your space and share it with your friends, so that this ordinary but bumpy love can spread in every corner! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.