Borrowing the Wind to Do All the Sorrow

A gentle breeze blew through the window, and the wind chimes collided with each other to make a crisp and sweet sound. She opened her eyes in the silence, walked out of bed, looked at the strange and cold self in the mirror, and her thinking stagnated slightly for a moment. "Is that you? Yuxuan..." She opened the door with joy, but the person who came was not the man with a gentle smile, but Duan Shijie, whose face was as white as snow. Her eyes were slightly red, as if she had been crying for a long time. She was holding an unknown red flower in her hand. The flower from the other side of hell symbolizes the longing that cannot be conveyed. At this moment, the leaves on the bare branches have fallen one after another, leaving only the bright red heart of the flower blooming delicately. Outside the window, the gray sky is brewing with gloomy sadness. Who is it? Let this sky be so defeated. Her heart suddenly ached, and she shed a drop of clear tears in a daze. The tears condensed with memories fell on the petals, and the pieces shattered. . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.