I often wonder if there will be an afternoon like this: the dappled sunshine covers the balcony, and the begonia flowers are blooming. At that time, I have gray hair, sitting calmly on the gently swinging recliner, and open the diary of my youth. The title page is slightly yellowed. During that time, it is fixed in the memory of high-altitude, and three words are engraved - Bian Hexuan
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
