As their parents said, "Yu Yi and Yu Miaomiao are lucky."
The childhood sweethearts know each other and are attracted to each other like stars.
But it seems that they are not so lucky. God gave them a wandering youth and allowed them to meet again after separation.
The lines of fate have interacted with each other in their lives from the beginning,
After achieving positive results, I secretly wrote the next farewell letter.
It brings blood and tears.
"Yu Yi, I'm sorry."
"From now on, I will travel the whole world for you."
In the spring of the following year, he would pay homage to them alone. He would always tell people lightly, "The flood season of the next spring will be the memorial day for my lover."
There is only one spring left in his life, and the rest of the days are spent praising the warmth of summer.
"Yu Yi, look forward. There is Wutong Street, she, they, and the pink cherry blossom trees blooming all over the teaching building... We are always moving towards the past that can never be returned to."
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If I could only use one word to describe the author's writing style, I think gentleness is probably the most appropriate one.
It looks really wonderful.
The writing style is delicate and the plot is slow-moving. I really like it [laughing][laughing][laughing]
Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word as to who would lean on the fence. I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless.
If I could only use one word to describe the author's writing style, I think gentleness is probably the most appropriate one.
It looks really wonderful.
The writing style is delicate and the plot is slow-moving. I really like it [laughing][laughing][laughing]
Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word as to who would lean on the fence. I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the strong music is still tasteless.