Li Hanhan found a job as a flower shop worker. Her boss was an invisible rich woman with a kind heart! However, there was one thing that always puzzled Li Hanhan. The boss looked as old as herself, but she was only twenty-five or sixty-six years old, but there was always an indescribable sadness and darkness in her eyes, which made her look like a dying flower, with no life at all.
Finally one day, Li Hanhan could no longer suppress her curiosity and asked: "Sister Mengxiao, you..." She organized her words before speaking again: "Is there something wrong? It doesn't matter, sister Mengxiao, you are the best! Do you want us to go shopping in the afternoon? Let's forget about the unhappy things!"
Chu Mengxiao, who was sitting on a high chair and pruning flower branches, was stunned for a moment. His eyes, which had been silent for many years, were filled with water. He smiled warmly and said, "Okay." He didn't know which one he agreed to. Looking at the lively girl jumping in the sun in front of her, Chu Mengxiao couldn't hold back the water in her eyes, and turned into a drop of clear tears falling on the flower branches.
"Really, I have to ask you this every time... Hanhan, for the next hundred years, we... Still don't want to see each other anymore."
Intention: The past is like smoke, some things should be handled with care