The wind blew through the slightly yellowed ginkgo leaves, making a slight rubbing sound. She was still watching under the tree, holding a black patent leather book in her hand, wondering why she was dreaming about that scene again... A golden ginkgo leaf fell on her hair. She took it down and looked at it carefully, but found that this ginkgo leaf seemed to have appeared in her dream. Why, I dream about that person again and again.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
