He came here following the fragrance of flowers by the lake. When his eyes swept across the lake, he was inadvertently attracted by the figure beside the railing. The white hair is particularly conspicuous under the warm spring sun. The outline of the wheelchair is looming among the shadows of flowers and willow silk. The person on the chair is as quiet as a static painting, but has an aura that makes people unable to take their eyes away. He paused slightly, subconsciously slowing down, for fear of disturbing the rare tranquility. His eyes fell on the white hair, and then moved away slightly, landing on the ripples of the lake. However, he couldn't help but look back again - it was an inexplicable pull, as if fate had already laid a foreshadowing, allowing two completely different people to complete this unexpected first encounter on the lakeside in March.
The warm sunshine of March was just right, and the fragrance of flowers by the lake was strong. The white-haired admiral in the wheelchair and the upright B-level male met for the first time on the lakeside in this spring day full of vitality. There is no grand opening, no deliberate invitation, only the wind as matchmaker and flowers as witnesses, witnessing the first intersection of two souls, and also heralding the quiet beginning of an unknown story.
Intent: A sweet and pure love story