Charles Ix's Enron's Son

I still remember that there was a time when burgundy eucalyptus flowers were in full bloom, and the path they hugged was as dazzling as a glass of mellow red wine. Their fates intersected for ten years, but after ten years, they were separated forever. It's like the two intersecting lines she drew on the road that day. The thunderstorm that day ruined all their dreams, and they were dragged into the pain of separation by the violent storm. Yier... Where are you? The girl with long burgundy hair cried and passed out at the door of the villa. The world of flowers is far away, and I don't know where to find twins. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.