The ignorant child falls in love with his father's continuation, which seems destined to be a fruitless watch.
Feng Tuqing said: "I only hope that on my eighteenth birthday, I will receive a bouquet of flowers made by your own hands."
Cang Wu asked: "Do you really just want a bouquet of flowers?"
Feng Tuqing was silent, desperate and sad.
Cang Wu sighed and said, "I will give you what you really want."
Feng Tuqing saw the acacia tree swaying above her head, trembling with joy, and the sky and the earth turned upside down.
Everything is like a traceless spring dream.
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