Shen Changliu thought about countless scenarios of meeting Bai Yan again, maybe as a human or as a ghost.
But she never thought that it would be a warm spring afternoon, and he would be standing in that yard, under the willow tree, as usual, as if he had never left.
This is a story about Jiu'an Villa, and it is also a story about a group of people who love the people around them.
A novice author, generating electricity for love. Thank you to everyone who passes by and is willing to take a look at the stories of Xiao Liu, A Yan and Jiu'an Villa.
Intention: Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return.