Spring has come around again, and the wisteria at school is in bloom once more. The older girls say the wisteria is the guardian spirit of lovers at this school. Couples who pour their hearts out to each other beneath the wisteria trees while they're in bloom can overcome all kinds of obstacles, like exams and separation, and stay together forever.
Where is my spring? Is it Lin Aoran, Xiao Shi, my childhood friend, or Tu Yang, who suddenly stirred something in my heart?
Is that legend true, or just a colorful fantasy of youth?
The wisteria is blooming again. He stands beneath the wisteria trellis, waving to me and softly calling my name.
Flowers bloom and fall in dreams. How many springs have faded away?
The wisteria silently watches us, reckless in our youth, grow up so quickly on campus.
“Will you come back this time next year?” he asks softly, his lips close to my ear.
“As long as the wisteria is still in bloom.” I smile at him and answer with conviction.
Good, come on. Jan
This story is very interesting. I like this style of the story. Very Good!
``Cold??????? Hey, you haven't written anything good????? Why is that nymphomaniac's name so representative? You're dead.
. . . . Look. . . . .
Haha~~~~very interesting. . .
Look at ING. . . . .
I have worked so hard to write, so of course I have to comfort myself. I hope all readers will give me more support.