"Lin Muran..." She suddenly stopped him again.
"Huh?"
"Are the locust trees in the south of the city blooming again?"
Lin Moran raised his head, and the white flowers on the tree looked like clouds and mist in the dusk. "It's open and falling."
"Same as that year." Xu Nian said softly.
Youth is not forever, only blessings. That year's locust flowers covered the entire youth.
Lu Xiaoya was like a tomboy when she was little.
Short hair, dark skin, running around all day, not crying even if I fall,
Get up, pat the dirt and continue playing
. She hates people calling her "sister" the most. Every time Lin Moran calls her that, she gets angry: "I don't want to be your sister! I want to be your wife!"
